Is there an everlasting rose of youth in an angel’s eyes
Viewing the world as a coming twilight
Can we hear a solemn hour in the web of a sigh
As it feigns surprise
In the night

Does hope pursue half the keepers who are weeping
Within those rains of remembrance
Or keep still while their hearts are beating
In the wildest silent rhythm
Of life’s dance

When is the golden seed of delight planted in our cheer
So that it becomes an everlasting rose
Does it bloom just out of our reach each year
Yet still remain lingering luminous
In the form of hope