Hope

The months fall to days ,

And the days dissipate to hours .

The seconds breathe their last ,

And I so desperately want to hold fast .

The seasons are changing —

Each time runs its course .

Spring leaves turn gold and red and brown ,

And the wind scatters them all around.

Will all go up in a blaze of glory

That will carry me through

The rest of my days?

Or will the sun set silently ,

Slip below the horizon ,

While none after her gaze?

Ave, beloved, farewell .

I'm adrift as you raise your sails .

And I wish you all the best —

Wherever you land ,

Go with God's hand .

And I try to hold onto hope ,

And I try to crush it, bury deep ,

That you will return to me .

That I can forget I ever met you .

That love might heal my heart .

That the walls might never again be passed .

Troubled soul, disorientated with your lot ,

Why long for anything you have not?

Why sabotage your happiness so?

But remember that season,

The joy that came new every morning .

The peace that soothed each night .

Was it misplaced trust ?

Foolish dreams and useless desires .

I don't want to hope ,

Yet logic says spring follows this winter.

I can't trust. I don't know how —

I bury deeper. Distance keeps one safe.



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