Hope

Hope is a wish whispered into the wind

With the prospect of promise on

Pale primrose petals,

Wafting the waltz of warm

Dawn’s distant dream,

Immune and protected from

Life’s nudging nettles.

 

Striding with head held high

Into the onslaught

Cloaked in a confidence

None may deny.

Keeping the faith of

The millions of millions,

Seeking the answers to

What, when and why.

 

Hope is the angel who

Rides on my shoulder with

Brow raised, unfazed by peril and woe,

Keeping my eyes focused

Bright on the future

With clear optimism

Wherever I go.