What foolish thoughts doth my mind entertain
That alloweth my heart to cling to hope?
Perchance it be governed as how to cope:
By banishing thinking that threatens pain?
Nay, this canst not be truth; methinks again...
Yet, even these new thoughts give cause to mope
How couldst I believe they containeth scope?
I knowest truly that they all be feign
Still, I cling fast to the merest glimmer
That fate beholds a hand I do not see
And these dreams canst exist in a real world;
That, instead of Hope's eyes getting dimmer
My deepest wishes be'eth granted me
And I wilt see my true purpose unfurled ~
Inspired by: Kristin Reynolds, Rockin the Renaissance Contest!