Hope

A wishing star of bright encrust upon the sable night, Divesting of itself a glorious blue and silvered light, Reflection on the optic lens, the surface human eye, Ingestion in the begging brain from out a dreaming sky. To scatter in the latent cell, some splendid smithereen, Ignition for the petrol stream of primal dopamine; And galvanise insurgent nerves to peaks of heady grace, Transcending of this graven world, ascending into space. Hope eternal often springs from unexpected real things, From shards of new technology or sweep of Mother Nature's wings, From smiles upon the priceless lips of children lost in play, Hope eternal springs as such, the measure of each day.