My dreams never betrayed me

It was the daytime that I fought

Erasing words I did not say

Discarding others’ thoughts

You know a hand could never hope

to live without their arm

An arm never fights

without a hand to disarm

I dampened end of fingers

extinguished the ill-lit wick

But faith and hope lit another flame

Its scent won’t make us sick.

I know you must despise it

All my words and songs and stares

Like bitter herbs, resent the taste

But brings us heavenly wares.