Hope moves on

Hope enamors the sidewalk with
blissful touches of serenity.
When the drip-dropping starts
It can be made to trickle in
like a heartbeat.

Dreams can kiss each blade
of grass in unity but
when the raindrops pitter-patter
in a constant beat, it lulls the
rhythm to a hush.

Desire can battle the rivers
as they stir in and get swept away
As the flood can be felt in the air
and the desires sink to the floor,
they are heard no more.

For some of the waves of words
vanish after the storm and some
expectations never become aspirations that
float out to sea, until another drizzle
is felt somewhere else in the world
and made into their own heartbeat.