A Chance of Hope

On a road traveled, over grown with time Now a foot path memory, of bittersweet pines The sign, with a smile, marks a turn, taken Leading down to a tree, where first love was forsaken A raging river of life, which flowed unbridled Reduced to a stream, narrowing and idle Where seeds of love, were sewn to the winds Now echos of lovers, reverberate within Hallowed ground for a heart, with unbearable wounds Once a cradle of love, now a visited tomb Like a miner for gold, panning sands of time With unstoppable tears, of melancholic brine As the sun breaks through, the glint of a shard Glitters in the light, like a twinkling star Suddenly as despondency, is relieved by hope Panning faster, more appear, thawing love with a jolt The stream rises and rushes, in response to the melt Flowers bloom, birds sing, as new warmth is felt Standing and smiling, pocketing the gold Returns to reality, and hopes love will grow an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner