Hope

The green of summers leaves fresh from rainfall,
blooms, heads bobbing in a gentle breeze,
clouds scudding, white against an azure sky.

Birds soaring high on wing, movement fluid, calm,
leaves on stately trees, rustling, whispering,
boughs swaying in strange balletic unison.

Distant sounds of life, removed, ethereal,
delighted laughter, children playing,
barking dogs, caterwauling cats, larksong.

Detached, eyes not seeing,
sound lost in mists of thought,
another place, another time, another life.

Dark night falling, black surrounded skies,
moonshine, starshine, cloud eclipsed,
evening stillness, nigh time howling winds.

Thoughts tumbling, mind unknowing,
between star borne dreams and hard borne reality,
there is another...... there is hope.