HopeÔÇÖs sake-
by: Sarah Thompson
Hope.
What a complex design.
Infinite chances and changes
Reliant on abstract promises of
Hope.
Though we call it benign.
Innumerable hearts and minds
Scattered and splattered from
Hope.
When IÔÇÖm sick of ÔÇ£just fineÔÇØ.
Harrowing gazes impertinent
From voices vacated of
Hope.
But when stars align,
Souls glisten with incandescent
Prospects of reunion with
Hope.
When yours becomes mine.
Encircled with contentment and
Caressed by interminable
Hope.
What a complex design.
Infinite chances and changes
Alive with blossoming wonder and
Hope.
Though I am not chance,
Nor am I change.
And I cannot bear to
Hope
For hopeÔÇÖs sake.