Hope Eludes

Did hope have form, substance,
Could I grasp hold of its beauty
As a tree’s roots hold the earth.
But hope I have set upon
The edges of my soul
As a birds feather
Balanced on a window sill,
And it trembles.
So dear to my heart,
Thought of your spirit
A lovely thing,
A flower dusted
With the liveliness of dawn
And the gentle calming of sunset.
But the petals elude my touch
As if they floated
Upon the currents of a stream.
I can only admire their beauty
As they travel by.