Hope
poem
O'er the Tops of things,
where the wild cat roams,
where the new age wizards
live in old-age homes.
In the midst of the Ceiling,
the sky and the stars,
'twixt the cloud and the Fountain,
'tween the soul and the scars.
That's where you'll find him,
that figure named hope:
Whatever your problems,
together you'll cope.