Hope is evanescent,
A dream you wish was real.
As soon as you grasp it, though
The grains pour through your fingers.
On cloudy days when the sky quakes
There exists another chance
To capture potential.
Reality eats the shore
Filling the empty spaces
It left open by mistake.
As the sun rises and sets,
Pulling the moon in its wake,
Reality draws back again
And hope returns with the wind
To play with your emotions
And tease a tentative smile
From reluctantly curved lips.
Even as reality dissolves
Carefully design sandcastles
Back into the hopeful mind
Again and again and again.
Until a perfect storm looms
Enough for lightning to strike
And turn sand into glass.
A dream you wish was real.
As soon as you grasp it, though
The grains pour through your fingers.
On cloudy days when the sky quakes
There exists another chance
To capture potential.
Reality eats the shore
Filling the empty spaces
It left open by mistake.
As the sun rises and sets,
Pulling the moon in its wake,
Reality draws back again
And hope returns with the wind
To play with your emotions
And tease a tentative smile
From reluctantly curved lips.
Even as reality dissolves
Carefully design sandcastles
Back into the hopeful mind
Again and again and again.
Until a perfect storm looms
Enough for lightning to strike
And turn sand into glass.
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