day vii: hope

who would have known that we’ll be here?

sun has risen but we’re not warm

stars shine but we’re blind

and the tress rustle with the wind.

 

I waited for you on a November evening

clad in hope and love

I fired the hearth and lit up a candle

paved the parlor with roses

the rain outside was heavy.

 

Cyclamen is your favorite flowet

it grows in the winter and feeds

on love.

 

I’m waiting here and so are the stars

can you come back and no more wars?

artwork by Alphonse Mucha 1899.