Hope

Senryū 1

Hope walks ahead of me.
Promising light at dusk -
only wind answers.

Senryū 2

I chased hope for years.
Each door opened to another
empty room of air.

Senryū 3

Hope lights a small match
in a long corridor of
unopened doors.

Senryū 4

Hope whispers softly:
just one more step forward now -
the road never ends.

Senryū 5

A fool carries hope
like water in open hands,
always slipping through.