Diamonds are beautiful
But brittle across the façade of darkness.
Light breaks across the bow of morning
And shines into the crevices
That creeped full of blackness
In the night.
Ned stands with his back against the wall
In hopes that the light will find him
Before the diminishing darkness does.
It’s in his hopes
That we have an accomplice to our dreams.
In them we make the boldest statements
To the light of the room
In the moments that darkness comes
To squeeze out the last bits of favor that exist.
We find the hope,
We find the belief,
And we find the method
Books by Marty