Blazing The Hope Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

Hope is a gentle wind across a grassland.
When anger comes pounding on the door,
The positive one wants the door to yield.
Maybe from this one senses something more.
Longing is a song to wake the dead.
But just very few can long for what is theirs.

Even though love waits half-naked on the bed
Life can seem a labyrinth of access and flight of steps.
Each soul pursues the prey of its desire,
Oblivious that to have must mean to kill Those ideas dirty and drab
There is no deed that documents hope’s blaze;
In hearts one comes and goes at will.
Desire is a wind that strips the landscape bare;
Eventually one turns, and hope is there.