Hope forever flutters
like a baby bird
featherless – naked
will it fly
on fledgling wings
or fall, a soft sack of
tiny broken bones –
bereft.

Wish is hope
suspended
a floating feather
drifting ever closer
then sailing away
on hidden currents.
Will it return fully fledged
or is it lost forever?

Controvert sensory experience
disregard intellectual analysis
trust intuition only.
Belief is soul needs
seeking sustenance.

Gnawing hunger
nourishment in sight
only just out of reach.
Delicious desire poses
beyond gossamer veil –
illusive elusive.
Displaying bright feathers
want sweeps close
then perches atop a distant tree.