There is hope, while I breathe
Be it the hope of a dreamer
I will continue to dream
Or the hope of the dancer
I will dance on hard floors
While I draw breath
I float on the ether of hope
There is hope, while I breathe
Hope of love returned
Dreamed of, lost and denied
Hope of riches gained
In laughter, joyful tears spent
As I draw breath
I soar on the winds of hope
There is hope, while I breathe
Hope that gold is gold
Hope that silver is silver
Hope that hearts are pure
Hope that spoken words are true
As I draw breath
I drift on warm breezes of hope
While I breathe, I still hope
Always, I remain hopeful
24-March-2016
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I thank God you are inside this world, darling Val. xxxx
Thank you love. I am trying to stay inside, every single day I am trying.
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This is truly wonderful and meaningful.
As long as one continues to breathe – continues to live – there is hope, for the journey continues – and that gives hope.
All good wishes, my dear Val,
Eric
Thank you so much Eric. It was written as a reminder, to self mostly. I am so grateful it resonates with so many of my friends as well
Wonderful Poem dear Val.. Yes while ever we hold breath, there is hope..Hold onto the faith that Dreams can still be fulfilled and that hearts can unite.. And that Love will always overcome Hatred and Anger.. I have lots of Hope.. For there are lots of Good people still breathing!..
Always love your poetry dear Val.. 🙂
Thank you Sue. I keep thinking, hope and life are one and the same. It is difficult sometimes, but still it is there.
It is.. and What will be will be.. We all of us need to keep our faith in our hope right now xxx
An excellent poem for this season of hope – spring! We must always have hope even if we turn away from it occasionally. Nice to read that you are still hopeful…and we all know you are underneath it all! Cheers to hope, Val!
I think underneath it all, I remain hopeful. Despite it all, I remain hopeful.
Thank you my friend.
This is a wonderful poem, Val. I love it. Without hope, what is left? ❤
That is exactly right, without hope there is nothing. Even when hope is difficult to grab, difficult to hold on to, without it there isn’t a single thing left.
Thank you Tess. I am glad you liked this one.
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A very good poem indeed. We’ve mingled on each other pages for numerous years, and (in my opinion) is that HOPE is an important part of who you are.
I suspect Frank, it is true that it is that always sliver of Hope that keeps me going and true to my core.
I do too. The alternative is unthinkable!
Agreed and despite the sometimes terrible vision the world conjures, still I am hopeful.
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