Hope

hope

is nothing but a hurried view through devil's eyes and weak surprise

 

the thought that's something else instead - some higher vision, some waking dead

 

of time there isn't easy answer...it's project lies...protect the weak

 

but old is told that all gets worse - and young must suffer human's curse

 

 

hope

 

is more than dark forgetting, fighting fate and winning sleep

 

the truth that bonds the high and low, one and varied - with room to show

 

this clarity that speeds the mind and floods the soul is real as torment

 

and glides above the sandstorm - rewards compassion's scorn