The Last Halo of Hope
The Last Halo of Hope.
Hope is mortal, not eternal.
Though it may feel like an eternity
Sitting in a chair by the window.
Gazing up and down the path that leads
?Up the hill and down to the canyon of your doorstep.?
Every morning, every evening, every day.?
Awaiting an answer to your prayer for your hope to be
Patience still burning brightly
Under your old photograph on the wall where you now live.
I’m not sad.?
No, sadness is just a passing rain to irrigate the eyes.?Instead, I’m a new planet
Ringed by the last Halo of a hope
Wrapped tightly around my head.
Copyright © Igor Goldkind | Year Posted 2018
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