Hopes

Retrospective takes elective
Rivers were the thousand times

Words I ponder, walks I wander
Somewhere to the river's eye

Everything that came before
And everything I tried to rhyme

Something in the shadows called
And lost me as I touched the sky

So now I sit upon the preface
hoping that the words will rhyme

Villanelles I lost the form
Tried and tried to get it right

But maybe next I'll try it different
Something like a pantomime

Hope tomorrow brings a friend
And opens to my second sight:

Throw my hopes into the stream
And dream tomorrow's dream