Hope, Never Lost

Ah, hope.

That noble enigma whose arms

Reach up to a winsome sky,

Favored and flavored with

Peppermint sticks.

Soft as the sound of

A sweet lullaby.

“If only. If only,” she gently whispers

With feather-like tickles

That tantalize,

While tossing a penny into a fountain,

Then patiently waiting to glean

Kismet’s prize.

 

Where would I be

Without your silent kisses

Tactfully tempting by

Subtle design?

Oh, patron of dreamers,

Siren of seekers,

I never shall lose you.

You’ll always be mine.