The bittersweet whisper of hope

By Anonymous

The butterfly around the flame
Ashes of hope everywhere 
In a room locked in my heart
In a room in my mind sealed away
These along a rainbow waving its colors on the wall
Were all of me in the past days
Since I heard from the wind 
That you were still breathing warm
With the gates that yet had much 
To lead me to the gardens of Eden—I prayed
So we may celebrate a true spring
Singing of our sorrows left in the unkind hands of decay.

We have thousands of unspoken words
And a few only shared
Having shared endless realms 
Between us
To which the surrounding shades 
Of cutting deep blades of sorrows by nature
Fragile walking among and along us
Yet we have to face with caution everyday 
Are only strangers
And to the shadows that rise in front of them and deceive them
Nevertheless, an easy vain prey.
In unending worlds the wise men in white robes nowadays say
We may be friends, foes or lovers
Or leaves hidden beneath trees
That share no hope of sun
Nor any fear of the whiplash of the rain
However, hold each other tight 
In the depths of night and rise of yellow queen of day.