the new year has begun without the sun
landscape of grey, choice hue for the day
but winter often lacks sun; outnumbering clouds have won
so, while we wait for golden rays, inward we search to find our way
thinking of future days and days past, all those memories held fast
with hope for peace in days to come; inner and outer wars, forever done
If a heart has holes in it
joy leaks right through
This dampens hope
rendering it unable
to repair so many tears
Thus, hope reaches
for the protective coat
of love’s sweet embrace
before joy runs out
In union with love
hope finds strength to mend
this worn, torn heart
so once more, it can
hold joy inside
I found myself today
I had been lost in the moment
as I walked toward a distant light
I looked upward to see the most brilliant blue
but not to feel it; I breathed deeply
without holding my shallow breath
Beauty filled these brimming eyes as
I stood before an ever-changing world
I saw the hope of my future while
the despair of my past faded from view
And although death’s darkness had
stolen irretrievable bits of my heart
life firmly grasped my waiting hands
He’s off in the distance
but she’s so nearsighted
He’s becoming a speck
like her wind-blown kite did
Time soars, while she’s just lost
in love unrequited
As the air remains still
Hope is subdivided
Been on a search
throughout the season(s)
for hope, understanding
for the best reason
to cling to this tree
keep singing my song
defy sadness, disappointment
never resort to wrong
Always led back to one thing
though questioned when put to test
the most pressing thought
as sun rises east, sets west
is to give; give you this
as deep as the deepest tide
big enough for the world
there’s no time to bide
Please take this gift
pure, soft, warm, so true
then know you are loved
my heart, I give to you ❤
(if you wish,
you could regift)
Must admit
that though about to quit
time taking over bit by bit
just wouldn’t give doubt the benefit
held onto gathered wits
then alas, I found it
shining and brightly lit
HOPE, on the face of it
Bits and pieces of them
hang from the ceilings
on windowless walls
still other parts sit
atop different shelves
as little by little
THEY disappear
Lately I’ve taken to
pouring my heart out
into a bucket of words
used to paint hope
on the back fence
Heartspell 