Transformation of Self

Oh  hateful star
that through my window
i do now espy;
you torch comprised
of foolish schemes,
and idle dreams gone by,
you've brought to mind
such memories
which long ago had passed,
and torn apart
once mended heart
that I had hoped
would last.

Release me now,
oh thoughts of night,
from your enduring grasp,
and free my mind
that I may find
new hope,
and to this clasp.

So beacon go on burning,
shine your radiant beams of light
and just so
my life's renewing
now pursuing
what is right.

By Laura Aikens