Monday, September 12, 2011

Hope


It doesn’t cost to dream
It doesn’t cost to hope
Two dear things
Given to all
I used it with faith
Yet I couldn’t define
My love
As I cross every bridge
The waters beneath me
Are dreaming
Waiting…. For me…
As I plunge into the sea
Like the mermaid
Flirting with the seaweeds
Riding the seahorse
Occasionally stumbling
To gather the seashells
Never once gasping
For air.

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