things yet to come

[Lady Christina de Pond]

dreams i can't recall
only knowing that i dreamed
only vague glapses of things
i can't tell any thing about
last night i caught a glimpse
of something real something true
Last night in the mist of all
that i can't recall of all the stuff
that melted away when i heard the radio
the only thing i can still see
was you kissing me.
when i have almost given up hope
of you ever finding me
thats when things like this mean the most to me
for it's a promise to me to hold on.
that your out there and you'll find me someday.

[Blackbead]

Well done!  A poem about hope is a rare beast and one that is a joy to behold.  It seems that so much of poetry is about the travails and pain we face and so little is written about the "best that is yet to come."  Thank you, m'Lady, for reminding us that to live is to stay on the journey and not to come to a stop at a destination.

Blackbead

[Lady Christina de Pond]

  your welcome my friend like most poets i write on raw feelings and that is my favorite Hope and if i can pass a little bit along in my writings then awesome.
you see that is and was a promise renewed to me.

[daylight]

 Lady that was wounderful, and it is hope, some thing we all hold on to, wheather we know it or not, we cling to it and desire it. For with out hope there is no light at the end of our dreams. I love it, thanks for sharing