I know of nothing, but courage,
that I have inherited on the way,
from Awate to Eshel warsay,
September one to twenty-fourth of May,
speaking loudly of what is yet to come.

The whispers of June darkens my soul,
and yet, it inspires the spirit with fuel,
of courage in the darkest of a dark hour,
to wash away the tears of lonely despair.

And, so I fumble in the dark of the darkest hour,
to burn the lamp of courage ever so bright,
for I know courage is the only way,
that lights up the darkest of my dark hour.

*** Hidaat G. Ephrem ***
Seattle, Washington