I think poetry is quintessential to the human experience. Poems help us to realize who we really are in times of desperation. They elevate us and take us back to the source. Back to the core of who we are and need to be; not what we WANT to be. The help us touch the infinite in our finite lives. So sincerely. . .
I Hope
We will all go someday,
Back to the stars.
Together.
I hope to meet you,
Again.
That is my only wish.
I hope our fates intertwine,
Our cosmic fate.
My wife,
My boys two,
My brothers and theirs.
I love all of you.
I hope he is there,
My father.
And my mother,
And Phil.
Tears cannot create wishes,.
But,
I wish,
I cry,
I hope.
C.G.
About the Creator
Coyote Gunnyon
Coyote grew up on the Yakama Reservation in central Washington. He is a descendent of the Yakama Nation and an enrolled member of the Chippewa Band of Turtle Mountain Indians. Coyote is a writer, poet, and dreamer.
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