Maybe today
when the sun sneaks back
to his usual
hide and seek play
and the twilight strips her
godly robes into
the goddess of darkness

May I be cleansed
from the dwelling sickly desires
that eats my heart
and sways my mind  

May I be restored
from the old flaming aches
that chars my conscious
and captives me within

May I hone finesse
the anatomy of letting go

That when tomorrow comes
and it shall
let me be the hope I hoped for

May I be the genesis
that I believe
I'm the breaking light I've been looking for.