artbycassiday

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Between Memory and Hope


I experience my life in that bittersweet
place between memory and hope.
Each night, as the memory of the day falls away,
I have hope that tomorrow will fulfill the dreams of the night before.
Each morning,
I turn the hour glass over,
the flow begins
grain by grain,
and that persistent hope becomes memory
once again.