Like that one familiar friend -
Hope knows what I'm feeling
Before I've said anything
And gladly walks behind.

She has peace in her eyes
And keeps her lips silent;
Words are irrelevant
But hearing might suffice.

Weary day surrenders to night;
  She wears a pleasant countenance.
Echoes of traffic hush the strife
  Of a long day; a moment of silence

Makes still even the Holy Ghost
  As the cobalt of the sky fades.
A moth makes love to the lamppost
  Knowing the warmth of its rays.

Come darkness, come tomorrow.
  Will they bring the nice thoughts I’ve thought?
Yea, my heart is not shallow
  But guides in a way my eyes cannot.

Flowers in the desert
Vibrantly grow forth
In yellows and purples
Despite the salty Earth

And when I think about
How birds can fly at all
I am reminded that
Anything is possible.

Hope only seems fallen
At the end of battles;
After the dust settles -
It reappears erelong.

Hope carries a spark -
An internal light -
A fire for life
That eschews the dark.

Hope sings an anthem -
Once fear is put out
And despair is bound -
Its song is heard again.