the ever hopefuls

A Christmas ‘Poem’ by Meg ‘Not a Poet’ Elys

Hush now,

settle in,

it's time to tell a story,

of dreams deep within.

There is a people, lost to time,

as fae and druids are,

some swear they believe,

whilst others seek to scar.

I call them the ever hopefuls,

as that is their magic gift,

to inspire, create & share,

amid the factory-world's snare.

If you wish to spot one,

gaze at the midnight sky,

you'll see them reaching up

to the stars passing by.

If you wish to hear them,

simply close your eyes,

listen to the dreams,

past all the loud, fake cries.

So if you find a hopeful,

protect it, or let it be,

it's not for you to control,

it deserves to be free.