I hope against hope
I mean I really want hope to take a hike
It can be so misleading and paralyzing

If hope does float, it's a warning buoy
Don't get too close,
You may sustain damage

What I really want is optimism
Yeah, I hope I get some optimism

Going once...going twice...
Sold!...to the lowest bidder.

(Hmmm...next time I'm trying craigslist.)

The ivory light of moon surrounds you,
emanates in tones you send to me
on my staircase perch with a bittersweet view of forever.

I hear the melodic beauty of your love,
your courageously wrapped gift in pink ribbon,
as you concentrate through your pain.

I sadly sense that I'll soon lose you to your journey,
but you know better than I how to celebrate life,
how to play the music of now.

I'll carry every note with me always,
replay them quietly on my heartstrings,
harmoniously tuned to the genuine energy of your soul.

Sifting through your words,
     anxious to find a nugget of truth.
Chipping away at your facade,
     desperately searching for a vein of hope.

I was a fool for mistaking hope as precious,
     trying not to rub you the wrong way.
You barely allowed me to scratch your surface,
     which should have told me everything I needed to know.

It's all coming back to me now;
     or are these just dream shadows?
If only I could fade into
     the wistful images and claim
        their reality as my own.
I must have some good Karma
     to spend....I just must.

I'd purchase wishes in the colors
     of redemption and salvation.
Brush away past mistakes with strokes
     of love and acceptance,
        appreciation and compassion.
Allow the beauty and purity of innocence
     to resurface and dominate my life's canvas.

Please don't take me for granite,
     despite my sometimes polished surface.
My strength isn't a constant.
I must bend to the pressures
     of sorrow and loss.

Please don't take me for granite,
     I am not cold to the touch.
I am not resistant to the
     stains of memory.
Granted, we both have failing points.