Hope lives here
in these remembered days
beneath the sky, ever blue

Borne of seconds
of red poppies and silvery stars
hope lives here

Faith in that beyond our means
beyond our grasp
intertwined within changing minds

Synchronicity, credence to the ephemeral
the Earth as She was and could be
Hope, hope lives here

Such is my lullaby
as I sing my way home
now in the prime of life

Image by beate bachmann from Pixabay
prompts: Go Dog Go Cafe, #NovemberPAD, #InkMine, #zenverse, Lyric Ideas, #NovemberFalls19