Hope
Feels so naive
As though I’m wishing
On a fading star
But I believe
Because I must
To keep the demons
And their screaming
Far away
My only want
Is me and you
To have chance
Again, some day
If they hurry
Perhaps my dreams
Might reach the star
Before it fades away
Response to the Word of the Day Challenge prompts: naive, screech and hurry
MS Poetry 