Dreamy hopes

I am not in a very deep thinking mood tonight. I am having trouble focusing on blogs that I read and paying attention.

K asked me tonight what she should write a sonnet about for school. I said that a lot of people write about love. But I told her to write about hopes. Dreams, even. She said, "What about dreams? 'I have a dream.' What else?" Kind of a literal thinker, that girl. She asked me to write it for her. I said, "Um, no."

So here's me writing a poem about both, for me.

Dreams have been shattered
Unwelcome, still they persist
Changed and small, yet forward-thinking
Delicious, secret, with a bit of unbelief

Hopes arise out of the ashes
Lurking and peeking and mischievously grinning
Risen expectations, with fear
Wondering, waiting, and yearning

Faith, bold and uncompromising
Leads one to remember
The beauty of sweet anticipation
In something outside of ourselves