...

nestled in the aftermath,
of that unholy union,
that culmination of dreams and reality,
this day takes another meaning,
imparts a new moral,

lost in translation,
between the mind and the word,
it's not happiness,
that this existence lacks,
it's hope,

refusing the pyre,
built on dreams,
fueled by ambition,
ignited by a chastising word,
or two,

there is no death,
at hope's end,
the end, however,
will covet death,
hopefully.