Hope

His eyes appear as sunken hollows,
cast by countless heartfelt sorrows.

Then……
He gazes down upon her face;
another time, another place.
Sense of freedom and elation,
a single altering realisation.

I do not know where this will lead;
first it’s want, but now it’s need.
I choose this path and all that matters,
a Life which previously was in tatters,
reaching out and bearing soul,
faltering steps of the new-born foal.

Fate has drawn us both together;
She for me and me for Her.
The canvas which was painted grey
now radiates a bright display.

Hope

© 2025 Alan Dickie (AI Free Zone)

By Alan Dickie