hope

You lead a flock of the most peaceful birds

into the palm of your hand

have them fly day after day

in sun and sand

nestle the barest patch

veil the parched strand

let them sip

with your hands in their throats

this is how it feels

to hope...

Though hope is not whats left of either of us

yet the birds that you left in my hands,

as they solemnly quench their thirst and soar away

have the flight of a dawn so dazzling,

as none have seen nor I

but only in my dreams

that betray falsely enough

to let me dream again...