I am sure , Fot today and tomorrow , That hope will be seen clearly With our naked eyes ... Our waiting for that coming hope Will not be useless or absurd ,but It will be great and wonderful too ... I see that invisible hope With my naked eyes As a pretty candle that is seen Afar anytime ... I can not admit that there is no hope ,but I am openly admitting that That hope will be within our reach ... Yes, it's a hair's breadth anytime ... I love things to be clear and I love my coming hope to be clear ... _______________________________________________________________________
This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.