Dearest Love

Eternal optimism is something that I pray for secretly at night. When the darkness wraps me in blankets of anticipation of a day newly coming, sweet prayers lift from my lips into the air. To look into the eyes of a child and believe that life is ok, to see into the flushed face of a newly wed that hope still is there, to look up into a sky of blue and be in the moment...not secretly state that clouds must be on the way, that is my wish. Star light star bright one wish I wish tonight is for optimism to win in a heart that seems to have been so crushed that all grace, mercy and hope has twiddled down to thin shreds. But the shreds are there...they are thin but they are there and I do believe in hope...maybe not love but I do believe in hope. I talked to a newly wed friend of mine who is so real. Six months have gone by and she is in a state of realism. She may still flutter, she may still blush, but she sees the reality of a responsibility greater than her...to be a wife, a lover, one who sacrifices for her husband. I wonder...will that ever be me? Do I hope still? Almost 28 and counting, but with friends like Jenny I can keep on praying into the night. I do believe.