Hoping Poem by Mark Heathcote

I'm hoping all my tears regroup and create an oasis
yes, I'm going out of my mind, but I sense a change
hoping the dawn will have a new warm embrace
hoping every cloud will dissipate
and tree vines of love
take hold and root me to one spot.

Hoping my dreams that sped away come back to stay,
and all the smog of confusion clears
and those painful yesterdays turn into happier yesteryears
and I grow old with someone worth living with every day.