Hope
Hope, always within reach
Yet sometimes ethereal
Fleeting and winsome
Untouchable,yet,you feel
Hope, like invisible waves
Of heat, burning inside
Yearning to be released
Rising up like the tide
Oh, hope, faithful and fateful
In its power to raise
The heads of the powerless
And of those who give praise
Hope is free; its cost is everything
Ambitions and promises it does ask
For all that one has to give
Until the final breath is drawn at last.
John Russell Talbott
Copyright ©2009 John Russell Talbott
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