Hope

Summer 1998

I dream --
of an idea so true that all chaos quiets,
of a light so warm that the glow never fades,
of a touch so light that sleep and wake join,
of a reflection so alive that nothing is ever still,
of a companion so faithful that I am never alone,
of a fruit so sweet that no color will pale,
of an aroma so unique that I will never forget,
of a shiver so deep that I cannot return,
of a mist so deep that nothing else remains,

of a God so ..., that I will always ..., and never ....

Rob Barrett