Hope.

All Until I

All the spring I touched my toes

into waters that chilled me neigh my nose.

I would wander the brems til my breath was gone

til my heart sang a song 'bout the loneliest eves.

My mind would quarry til the sun broke dawn.

Why must the loneliest hearts be worn on the sleeves?

Until a light in my heart lit most alpengawn

and my eyes became foggy as I fell to the ground.

I stumbled to the spawn of the Bay Rum's splendid mound.

It's looming beaudeal accompanied it's frawn

into my senses the Balm of Gilead downed.

Thoughts of enamored sovereignty endowed my mind

and endeared my heart to forlough.

Momentarily and on, my mourning-cloak heart

would narrate a tale to all sorrows forgo.

The sadness entailed was to forever depart.

I know

for to seek is to abate

but to wait is to endow the soul

more chance than the mind could tow.