Hope travelled as a rainbow in a sphere on a scented invisible cloud,

lifted and drifting on the waft of clean people, avoiding their shattering touch.

Through neat, narrow, shambolic streets, over signposts that tell of abode and attraction named for an infamous son.

On a gently placed breezes’ kiss Hope travelled.

Through grasping branches and barely green leaves all crowded to shelter those Lest We Forget  - it moved then on a sigh.

Hope floated until it found you held in the awe of a Minster’s gaze and there, in your safe hands, spent and exposed, it rested.