Hope spreads thin between your days
a distant light that fades at times
evaporating within your fingers,
and seeds you plant sprout in vines
that chokes your life and leaves a haze
while dreams in shadows linger.
And liquid hope your lips will touch
in brief reprise from all the pain
that may dissolve within your death,
and all you did you did in vain
if living once you lived too much
as hope becomes one final breath.
H.O. May 10, 2015