Catching Hope
What are we without Hope?
She sings to us pleasantly
Melodies of dream
She whispers to us sweetly
Driving us to
Our knees
Hope plays instruments
Of flesh and bone
Picking the strings
As time grates on
An ensemble of fish and line
Hope is a huntress
A rabbit ensnared
Lured by scent
Of blaze orange salvation
A truly deceiving mistress
Is Hope
Copyright © Andrew Travis | Year Posted 2017
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