Hope
Remember the days which were shallow, When you were rumbling outside and within, Standing near the horizon, Hoping for a new meaning beyond the usual. When dreams were not alive, And passion became mundane, When memory was stuck close to old, And distance was precious. And the days when you rose like shining amber, Even if there was madness within hopes alive, You stuck it out and got back, In your thoughts and beyond. Only because you knew who you were, And you had a desire to sway away from yesterday, With a new hope and new dreams, Beyond the imagery, beyond words.