Hope

My hopes became so big and bold The mind could no longer hold They grew wings of desire And flew out as birds born in air To reach the vanishing rainbow The evening sun made softly In the moist eastern sky. They flew in a flock through the cloud Making coded designs their own I tried long to decode Some I could, many I couldn’t But the flock made new designs in flight And allured me to catch the flying birds But I never could. Tired, I gave up in the end For the hopes with wings Fly away not to ever land One could never catch So I stood in the middle of nowhere With my empty mind in my hand And wished the birds that flew far Would return and perch on my hand And turn into small butterflies So real I can touch their wings So near I can hear their flutter Telling me big hopes are birds In the rainbows they disappear.