HOPE
Stephen Gill
Through the cracks
in the crumbling walls of now
I grab
particles of the dust
from the diamonds of your
shoreless abode
of the fathomless bliss.
More than
the sweet sobbing melodies
the amaze of the amazing abode
of your calm grace
is to me.
Your recollection tiptoes
in the caves of my words
and
your sobering silence plays
with the lips of my thinking