hope

embodied the name really -
the light in her eyes could overflow
a banquet of saucers

my judgment of initial perceived simplicity
joy and drive
inhibits my prospective learning, yet -

to dream blindly -
dream big
with lashing and lashings of hope
(without the squashings of a blistering adult reality)
may result in a statistical failure sure -

but that sliver of potential success
gleams a light that shines bright with only the spirit of youth

a light that i have forgotten to see
who is more blinded by reality?
me
or the young girl with big dreams?