when i think of hope i think of light

but sometimes light can hide

it can hide in the shade becoming lost in it's own shadow

a seeping of it's beams pouring through, desperate to meet our skin

but

the very thing about hope is that we can only feel it when we bring ourselves closer to it, in attempt to,we find that light is everywhere around us,moving past us, waking us, illumanting us, cocooning us as we sleep.
if we are open, light can gift us hope and there we are forever touched by it.

She felt a direct closeness to him and everything she felt when she was with him,
maybe it was the closeness to the sea that overlooked the sun

or


a setting on the coast that dimmed and shone every time the night came. From his window, she heard the waves

snow white etchings on the glass
a design someone looked to and loved

you are fuller when you look at me in love.

i am in a state of  
existing in two halves,
one where you are and
one where time is the only thing
that differs between us.

Yesterday everything aligned,
even the birds called my name
and then it switches the way
the temperature does here,
mild and damp.

Some moments,
when it gets late
I am impatience for all things

but then it eases away just like

how the european life does to me.

what do the stars tell me, I ask

they repeat echoes of your name

across my neck and down my lips

forever in a constant communication

i was entangled in mental fog
yet i was at my closest to the divine