Hopes

I once found you strong

when your eyes were bright 

and your hopes were high

I guess we'll all walk that same road

slowly withering 

forgetting things

being forgotten

until we merge with the unknown

But I look at you now

at your quiet eyes

hiding quiet hopes

and I wonder if your soul 

like your body has grown old

Is your spirit full?

Has it been all worth it?

If this were the end

would you leave in peace?

Has your soul grown strong?

Were you what you wanted?

Is your mind now rich

in beauty and things that can't be bought?

I look at you now

and I hope we both find

a way to be complete 

before the time runs out.

Ulysses A.