HOPE…LIVES IN EVA’S POETRY.
It is the hope for a window agleam in an open house
when tundra nights stretch beyond the morrows
It is the hope for a roof ahead in a faithful land
when libellous streets curl beyond the frontiers
It is the hope for a raft afloat in a placid ocean
when hungry waves crash beyond the shores
It is the hope for a cloud adrift in a lucent sky
when furious storms lash beyond the heavens
It is the hope for a seed alive in a friendly soil
when barren sands rush beyond the gardens
It is the hope for a song aloud in a mellow hall
when fatal quiet reaches beyond the gates.