Ms Hope stood on the mosaic sidewalk, while
Ms Elope's brood led a prosaic life.
Ms Hope eloped with a hunchback sailor,while
Ms Elope hoped to pack lunch in her pocket.
Ms Hope's happiness went ashore,when
Ms Elope put a harness on a sailor.
It's tears under the bridge of time,
stardust slipping from her eyes.
It is twilight on the edge of reality,
shadows settling in her mind.
Whose eyes, whose mind ?
When hope elopes with a bent love,
who is it that shouldn't be hurt?
breathing and walking under the same sky was enough.