Hope

Hopeis a wish whispered into the wind

Withthe prospect of promise on

Paleprimrose petals,

Waftingthe waltz of warm

Dawn’sdistant dream,

Immuneand protected from

Life’snudging nettles.

 

Stridingwith head held high

Intothe onslaught

Cloakedin a confidence

Nonemay deny.

Keepingthe faith of

Themillions of millions,

Seekingthe answers to

What,when and why.

 

Hopeis the angel who

Rideson my shoulder with

Browraised, unfazed by peril and woe,

Keepingmy eyes focused

Brighton the future

Withclear optimism

WhereverI go.