To hold the world within your hand <br />Is something I can't understand. <br />To love the day, and hate the night <br />Is something by which I find delight. <br /> <br />And I my wildest dreams I see <br />The world is but a part of me. <br />The sun, up high and burning bright. <br />The moon, the maiden of the night. <br /> <br />And if I reach into my mind <br />Then I am sure that I will find <br />The key to unlock this world anon. <br />But I think we've held it all along. <br /> <br />The torch in the dark, the butterfly. <br />The newborn lamb, the unused scythe. <br />The field of daisies, the empty hearse. <br />With hope, we conquer the universe.<br /><br />Nicholas Synch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-77/
