"Hope is the thing with feathers-
That perches in the soul-
And sings the tune without the words-
And never stops - at all -
And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard-
And sore must be the storm-
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm-
I've heard it in the chillest land-
And on the strangest Sea-
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb - of Me."
~ Emily Dickinson ~
Welcome to the section of Reverie dedicated to my hopes for the future...both mine and others. As with many things in life, "Hopes" will be changing along with me...but there are a few stable aspirations and wishes of mine that will always be here. *s*