Something Like Hope

I woke up in a good mood

And I can’t decide if it’s the sun or you.

All I know is that when I look skyward

I feel something like hope.

There are flowers on the hillside

And a sparkle in your brown eyes.

I could spend forever in this landscape

That never gets old.

If the weather is any indication

Of the future situation,

Both the river and my tears

Will soon dry up.

But for now I’m still unsure

Although the breeze is warm and pure,

So if you just hold my hand

That’d be enough.