Hope Represented In Imagery

I was a little confused with what the assignment really entailed, so just before class I wrote another and this is the other one.

What I Really Think About Hope

It is the wishing that she would never stop dancing before your eyes the memory of her fleeting like a candleflame flickering in the wind, ever to tenuous its hold on reality, darkness beckons and the warmth of her is gone to be replaced by hard grey dreams of mourning. Yet in the morning you awake to sunlight burning your skin, a reminder that the cold wintry nights were a welcome numbing bliss, to the inevitable "hope springing eternal in the human breast", like a gushing fire hydrant from a slick 80s dance film, drenching you in unwanted desire to live through another day of eternity, waiting once again for that tiny chance to watch her spinning and twirling round and round, in a made-up memory of innocent love and beauty.