Thursday, June 28, 2007

a wish, a prayer upon the ocean

some days i want to cuddle my hope to my chest
tiny, she is, and frail, but blinding-white
stronger than she looks
able to punch out large fears with a single sneer
ok, maybe not quite
but wouldn't that be great?
anyway, some days I want to clutch her to me
pet her and baby her and spoil her rotten
and whisper to her, never change
never change