Hope

Hope glides in

On the wings of sight,

A sight renewed

Nudged open,

By what else, but Time.

Not the songs that I wanted to hear.

But the music that lay under the moment's flappings.

Not the truths that I had grown convinced about,

Being rolled in its comfortable sway,

But those that I fell into,

After a few far away sways.

It's a wonderful ascent

Tumultuous, gentle, daring

It's a hope, perhaps sure of its flight.