Holding onto a hope

  Swirls and twirls. Black and
white.

  Dance across my memory. I close
my eyes and dream. Holding onto a
hope that is forever.

  Dare to whisper my thoughts into
the midnight air? Caressing the warm breath
into the early morning starlit sky?

  Oh a soft whimper I release as
the dream shifts. Not wanting to escape what
was before, I try to shove the next flash
out. Ah still, I cannot.

   I must move on. Keep pacing
forward even in dreams for falling back
can harm even in reality.

   One film relieves the last. Ah
how I sigh in contentment as I feel calm,
worry free and happy.

   A smile crosses my face. Yes
even as I dream. So upon waking a
sense of completeness presses a new hope,
a new dream against my filed memories.

  One day I will have that hope in my dreams
made a reality. Until then I have faith in
Jehovah that he will help me gain and
accomplish those hopes and dreams.