Flight

I have a hope; if you give me a sign
That indicates that hope may be achieved,
Those two in one endeavor to combine
To make a wonder, never quite believed,
But no less magical for that. I breathe
A better air because it might be true,
And so I will no longer sigh and seethe
From thwarted hope, but rather think of you,
Happily reminded that despite
The shock your sign inspires, it yet might
Convey the truth, and thereby set me free
From doubt and disappointment evermore.
If you could do this little thing for me,
One sign, my hope would cease to sink; and soar.