Tomorrow’s Hope

Hope is the candle in the window

Lit in an uncertain storm

It stays perched atop the sill

Awaiting to guide you home

Hope are the visions in your sleep

Illusions of grandeur

Of promise

To bring you to your pinnacle

Hope is the ring on your finger

Given to you by the one waiting

Knowing it’ll all work out

As solid as the rock they’ve gifted you

Hope is the universal insignia

It can be whatever you choose

It does not matter what form it takes

As long as it gets you through until

Tomorrow