Hope is the last lost lover,
a seed sinking in
the times we live in,

a once sparkling
body of bountiful water
where the seas bring
life overflowing.

Hope is the opposite
of the cryptic
countdown
passing present sorrows
in favor of
the savoring of love.

Hope is the face of
a departed friend,
even in knowing
we will not
see them again,
we still feel
the shimmering
in the distance
of their solar
compassion
remembered.

Hope is a tragedy
for its passing
and lacking
its lovely illumination,
the void of it
is devastation.

Hope is a prayer
in the name of love
for the betterment
of all of us,
till death takes
its final toll.