Hope

Hope's a strange thing
it has to die a million deaths to be born
but a million more won't take it from your side
unless you let go
It flutters at the windows of your soul
pleading to be let in
pleading to let you out
Can you see it in my eyes?
Hope flies on thunderheads and splashes in raindrops
it calls us into the storm
calls us for one second to touch the storm
smell the storm
taste the storm
see the beauty
of the storm