hope is the red raincoat we down
when rain falls like autumn leaves
and clouds cover all hints of blue sky.
hope is a purple mimzy or a solar eclipse;
as restless and fleeting
as lit matches on a birthday cake.
hope dangles from glass bottles in the tree of life;
empty and mindlessly clinging against thoughts
and possibilities that yet to be fulfilled
hope is a silent lullaby singing our hearts to sleep,
entering our dreams with only a flashlight,
and watching sheep make our eyelids heavy.
hope is the mouse sniffing for cheese,
continuing along an unknown path,
not knowing if death or dinner be his fate.