Hope

I dreamt all night
In yellow
Each face 
Each thought
Wore rings of gold
O' hope 
O' joy
O' promise
It’s meaning wove it’s way
Around my yesterday
It traveled years to color
My tomorrow
And now 
Upon my waking tongue
I speak in yellow prose
And yellow aura 
Glows 
Upon each face
Each thought
And every gilded destiny




Sara Mathews     April 2020
Dante Gabriel Rossetti