Photo Credit: Arthur Rachbauer

Let hope, be the breath, that I breathe;

And the song I sing—sweetly, allowing the universe,

To smile, with the rising sun:

Play music that save a fallen star, light up the sky,

Our hearts, like it was, the first, day, of our high school prom;

Even when our journey, may be long:

Let Hope be the instrument—the air, that is clean;

The inspiration, to carry us forward, to a beautiful,

And sacred romance:

Let Hope be the “us” all along…just as long,

My dearest love, you and I will be the first —dance:

And we’ll hold each other hands.

Empress Journee