Hope.
Just one word
Says so much
If only we had more hope
less misery, we say
But that’s not hope
Hope is knowing
Believing!
There are things out there for us
within us
which give us hope.
Hope gives us hope.
Cherish it.
Nurture it.
Don’t forget to hope.
Over the rocky mountains
Shadows of grey on black
Absent are the light fountains
A distant travelling pack
A twinkle of light down below
Shining on my deep desires
Of living in nature’s mellow
Amongst the tree spires
Perhaps these cathedrals of stone
Can quell the mind’s races
Preaching in their grand tone
Of life’s past traces
Perhaps the hush of greenery
And eternal calm of peace
Will wash away the misery
And provide sought truce.
Flying over Canada, over the unseen peaks and valleys
Not knowing what in life I seek,
But write poetry on planes
(Every flight I do)
It’s beyond relieving to rest one’s mind,
To let your mind’s eye rest
To let it breathe deeply
And close and dream
I wonder what dreams this will form
Dreams of my beloved,
Dreams of harsh happenings
Dreams of travelling, of the life to be
I wonder, I wonder what it will all be
I wonder what the peaks of life will bring
Will they be like the unseen peaks below?
Shrouded in the night, veiled by cloud
Oh I look for someone to look to
For guidance, for comfort, for answers
But they are delayed,
perhaps never to arrive.
Instead, I seek answers from my thoughts,
Which plunge into dark mountainous waterfalls
Which I must observe from afar.