Droplets Of Hope
On this beaten path trodden on many before me, I walk…
As I struggle to remember, trying to grab on to the fragile silver threads
Somehow they manage to get away from my desperate fingers
No longer as clear as before, no longer beautiful.
I watch them fly away lightly in the gentle wind.
A little seed of sadness seeps itself into the heart, along
waiting for a drop of happiness to turn it into a beautiful flower of hope
Looking up into the blindingly dazzling sky,
the clouds slowly revealing such a picture which we rarely see ; a rainbow
I tuck it away into my pocket with me to lead me on further on the beaten path