Hope Poem by Ragy Sandid

It is but a dream
Half formed, half seen
Yet awake we complete
The parts that life delete

It starts with a seed
Brush stroke by brush we feed
The canvas of expectation
A situation of pure imagination

As we continue we labor
To do ourselves a favor
It's a future memory
Our half formed tapestry

Our eyes move to catch
The last string we need to patch
We're so sure of the finished finale
All are pretty. Everyone's a pal

Undying it fed brides and warriors
Who dreamt the battle's flavor and valor
It's a trance that transports one into a dream
Sobriety assures things are not what they seem.