Francis Sullivan Poems
A Hope Transparant
In the wayward flow of beauty
lies an ordinary man
who floats upon a hilltop
near a castle made of sand
his skullcap is a thorny crown
his mittens formed of clay
and his mind perceives the glisten
of the dawn before the day
he rest upon a hope transparent
that parts the rapid stream
is solid for a moment
then fades into his dream
In the wayward flow of beauty
lies an ordinary man
who floats upon a hilltop
near a castle made of sand
his skullcap is a thorny crown
his mittens formed of clay
and his mind perceives the glisten
of the dawn before the day
he rest upon a hope transparent
that parts the rapid stream
is solid for a moment
then fades into his dream
