Hope

I had a hold onto hope
With the tips of my fingers
But hope slipped through my fingers
And down beyond the sand.

I found it hard to find hope,
Hold on to it
And not allow it
To be blown away.

Hope is precious to have,
Hope is a dream
Beyond your grasp
To hold and to have always.

My hope has left
Blown into the air
For someone else to catch
And to hold onto.

My hope it gone
And I'll never be able
To put a firm hand on it
And say "It's mine."

July 1999.