Hope visited this May,
Sat by the window sill
And sang the merry song
And told me tales of journeys long.
It made friends with wish and want,
It met with desire and dream
It looked up to ambition and smiled
And poured its heart out to tears in moonlight
But as dawn kissed with ray and stream
And I wake up trying to save my dream.
Hope just hops away as hopelessness
Much like sand from my clenching fists.