Hope and Dream
I’ve sat alone.
I’ve sat in wait.
I’ve checked the calendar.
I searched the date.
It was the lack of love in childhood
That has me dream the day,
Stitched onto paper the dream of when affection came.
I painted hope against the grains,
A canvas touched by breathing colors,
And evergreens so tall and great,
Passion swift that skimmed the lake,
But that all dissolved inside his flames.