My hope is made from-
the visions of the future,
the leaps of dancing waves,
the snowy tops of candy floss,
the curling of the clouds and
the thoughts of the past.
I found it-
sealed in a jar of empty thoughts,
dancing in the constellations of glowing joy,
the smile of when a child receives a toy,
dancing in my head of imagination.
leaping around me like a wisp of wind.
This hope can-
open the life of the lost,
empty the sadness of the world and
turn all hopelessness to a fine powder
sent away forever.
If I lost this hope-
even the happiest would live in darkness….