Hope

She doesn’t think of me, so my words just land in darkness. I wish it had grown to be, roses, now it’s heartless. I finally can say that it’s alright. This time I settled and the waves did not fight, how peculiar, as if God had heard my cries. Perhaps I’m tired, maybe just grown, but maybe, I’m better on my own. Until I find you, this heart will be a stone. I’ll carry it and be behind the world, walking slow. But I know, once I lay my eyes on your soul, the rivers, they’ll just, flow. For I know, you’d never throw, what I build of glass and let you hold. No matter what I’m told, or how fast I’m reaching old, scared and freezing cold, I know you’re out there. And though sometimes it ain’t fair, and I look to the sky and forever stare, not knowing how to get there, or even where, she looks for me, as hard as me. I’m almost here.