[so far yet so near]
Hope my foundation stone,
a breeze of emerald light;
warm glistening of rustling branches,
leaving no fear in the shadows.
With a singing heart,
regrets do not engulf me
and makes hope my true land,
as celestial clouds revive my happiest memories of azure blue
and the smell of fresh cut grass.
Propellored 'planes on friendly journeys traverse the sky;
I think of voyages I've yet to embark on,
adventures of new beginnings,
a circle of embrace.
(c) Robbie Fry
[when we have hope in our heart we have no regrets for the past and no fear of the future;
the future is now . . . let us live with hope].