Resurrection, too

I am a traveler through life, 

through this earth that allows me 

triumphs and pains. 

From my Gethsemanes of confusion to 

Calvaries of despair, 

I tread along 

and hope

 for my resurrection.

How about sunrise?

Can hope be abundant in the ephemeral field of dandelion dreams? 

Can dreams ever do come true? 

What have you seen so far in your journey to never ending sunsets? 

Were there a few sunrise along the way?