High Hopes

It is a haunted wilderness, a vortex, and there is no sound, no motion, no thought, only the false feeling of spinning, tracking time like a pendulum, decapitating and suspended in the dark water of some cold northern sea.

Much has been lost. Most of it will remain beneath the murky cold depths where it slipped to the dream of mermaids.

I catch a glimpse of pale green gauze and dark hair and when I blink it changes back into the deep rolling water.

Fragments of silk and eider down and the sickly-sweet breath of dreams, lost and wind-driven, crushed by bootheels, tucked into forgotten desk drawers in dusty old houses.

God doesn't expect anyone to have faith in Him but sometimes ..just sometimes
I wonder whether : Does He have Hopes, too??

Japanese Kanji Character
for

HOPE.