Poetry

OUR FUTURE

Like the Oceans drink from the rivers
Like the plant drink from the soil
I drink from you,  hope.
Your pictures of glory and happiness
It sets in the heart ; a rock
Where our eyes must fail us, less we wont conceed to thee.
With our eyes shut we look into you

Oh! How our hearts see you and wait for our hand to touch you.
How we smile when our eyes has not yet seen. Do our choices grow cold?
Is it the best choice?

Living in hope, waiting for what only you can see.
Hope in what only those who see without the eyes believe.
Our future, bringing the impossible as a possibility.