Living on Hope Street

Living on Hope Street, I let go of fear,

The river was there for me, my heartbeat,

It was there I learnt that love is just here,

Always around me, it does not deplete.

I discovered the river, all around,

On constant walks, I discerned its moods,

There were always the fig trees, I soon found,

They welcomed me and allowed me to brood.

The river, it moves onwards in dark might,

It has its own long, secret, endless life,

The curlew is calling yearning tonight,

Stirring me onwards, feelings are rife.

I trust in myself, like never before,

I live in light and love, forever more.