Now its quiet, <br />And the songs of my heart, <br />That liquidly flowed into, <br />Words of poetry, <br />Seem to have hushed. <br /> <br />In the silence that <br />Follows, like a shadow, <br />I turn to the memory, <br />Of a long gone day <br />Warm, as a lovers embrace. <br /> <br />Words flit past <br />In the twilight, between two worlds. <br />A seductive mirage, <br />Fading into the coming dark, <br />As soon as I try to fully grasp intent. <br /> <br />I lie back on a bed <br />Of feeling, which like clouds <br />Come and go; <br />Homeless, uninvited <br />Here for a moment, then gone again. <br /> <br />Ahh the warm embrace of sleep <br />Approaches, as I think of <br />Love lost, just when it felt so real <br />Life never turns out, <br />As we hope it will! <br /> <br />But hope lives, <br />As a steady flame now. <br />No exuberant gushes <br />Of brilliant light, nor does <br />The flame flicker, weakly. <br /> <br />Steadied by hope <br />That perhaps, I am closer <br />To that elusive core balance, <br />Keeps me going, <br />Ahh poignant hope!<br /><br />Anita Atina<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poignant-hope/
