hope is knocking at my doorstep

i think hope

is like raindrops

it’s comes so close

to the earth

only to go away the next

moment,

it touches your cheek

like a cool, fleeting caress

whispering promises

of pouring

while the sky is imitating

the blues of your heart

yet you still linger

and cherish

each delicate drop

each fleeting whisper

for in the big blue sky,

you wait for the rain

to bask in it’s glory

and

you know that,

someday

the rain will fall

& it will stay.