HOPE
I hope that one day she will sigh
Holding strands of thousand griefs
Locked in the recesses of universe
Beyond the infinity of the briefs.
Beyond wounded streets of the city
Will look into the watery eyes of the sea
And her hand will explore silted memories
And all the secrets hidden in her enclose.
I hope one day she will remember
The vagrant nights of glistening rain
And all reflected images will conjure up
Voices of high romance within her breast.
Which of course she will always deny
Holding to rituals of flesh as her prime.