hope.

Tears fall one by one
And slowly erase the lies.
Each one holds a forgotten promise,
A broken dream,
A bitter yesterday.
They continue until summer fades into fall
And the branches of her soul hang heavy and bare;
Exposed.
There are no more tears to bleed,
No more lies to sing.
And her soul threatens to evaporate;
The final abandonment,
The ultimate betrayal is near.
With her back to the elixir,
Loneliness transcends both time and space.
Certainly she is doomed,
Should she fail to turn around.
On the other side of her dark and barren winter
Stands a budding tree,
A replenished soul,
And a promise of new life.
Turn around, my child.
Turn around.

© 2008