"hoping for hope"

"here's hoping for hope..."
and the poet raised her glass,
those around her gathered for love
nodded agreement and silently thought:
"what strength, what dignity, what heart this one has! to stand in the onslaught of war..."

meanwhile the lover cries without shedding a tear,
anguished by the thoughts of future realities --
she envisions her only prayer:
"i am falling helpless, and desperately longing for peace.
all i have wanted is inescapably withdrawn and all hope has been extinguished.
Everything, but love."
and the new year dawns.

i am the poet, giving the toast, making the words to make sense.
giving a moment a forever caption
my words with my life i will serve.

i am the crowd that has gathered for love, admiring my own strength and courage.

but most i'm the lover who knows the truth and sees the reality --
not having the words to explain it into cognition i simply surrender to love.