Hope...
Is an unfinished painting
A missing chapter in a book
A scene in the drama of life
that has yet to be written
Hope is a needle from the past
to pierce the eye of the future
And when that future
discovers the present
You will understand
Why you waited to marvel
at the majesty of that painting
Why you waited to revel
in the glory of that finished chapter
And you will come to realise
That the rock of Sisyphus
that daily grinds our spirit
Becomes naught
but the sand beneath our feet
As we dance, smile and skip
Across the stage of dreams called hope.
© Rik - 08/08/2007
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2007-09-26 at 14:59
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