Still, I Hope
You once spoke —
with a heart trembling in feeling —
and now, those words are lost,
forgotten among the fallen branches
of broken promises.
You return today,
like an uninvited guest at a silent door.
You knew, didn’t you,
that life cannot move this way?
Then why did you play
that fleeting game with time —
as if it were a toy,
as if I would not bleed?
Beyond the countless mountains
of what might have been,
you now gather
the hard, cold pebbles
of hope and despair.
In the locked chamber of love
flows a blind and secret current
of desire —
and the bright circle of trust
has sunk beneath
the dark flood of betrayal.
Yet still I wait,
like a thirsty bird beneath a barren sky,
for that one merciful shower
to fall again —
to awaken the dried shores of my heart,
to let the buds of a thousand dreams
blossom once more
upon my window.
