Hope, Revived

sábado, 2 de fevereiro de 2008

Just as a cinder barely lit

Which hath struggled to remain shining

So is my soul when carelessly touched by the lightness of a smile

Oh Nearness! By all chances, be thou not my torturer

But to me as the sweetest dreams come true, thou shalt be

For, if a weak cinder the grace of a new strength, light and warmth hath received

Alas! be it not in vain

But by all measures, to shine oh so bright

To give warmth, to share light

And a perennial flame to become.