LOST HOPE

Wimpers in the shadows

do I hear

from her war torn face

alone

with her misery and pain

with her broken dreams and lost hope

reaching out to her

offering her my stern hand

she whipers softly,

So cold am I

I long for something

something graceful

something true

something that is born the passions of the night.

she hesitates

I simply say ,

Little one will you trust,

will you stand,

or will you wither away and die by the pale moon light?

She takes hold

new life in her spirit flows

out of the shadows we go

hand in hand

A simple woman

Dominate man

both longing

for something real

something true.