what if
~twisted little leaves of hope
rustle softly in the wind
in the daylight they do lope
following visions that descend
into this life like rusty nails
old and weathered from a storm
and filling out the rough details
while slowly waiting to transform
the slightest hint into a sign
of some way to set adrift
on down a path so fine
until the wind begins to shift~
rustle softly in the wind
in the daylight they do lope
following visions that descend
into this life like rusty nails
old and weathered from a storm
and filling out the rough details
while slowly waiting to transform
the slightest hint into a sign
of some way to set adrift
on down a path so fine
until the wind begins to shift~