Hope

I paint my soul with hope,
You can’t see it, but
you can feel it in the quickening
Of my heartbeat.
It was the softly falling rain
that ignited my memory
the memory of you
which stirred my heartbeat.
There are no words
none that exist in any language
in any dictionary
that can express so well as silence.
So here I sit in silence,
Listening to the rain.
And when the rain ceases,
I, just like the birds in the sky,
Can neither love nor hate
But, exist to merely open my
wings to fly with hope..