Forlorn Hope

Distant sound of a willowing cry,
I heard when the wind blew hard,
What did it say?...cry for?
Disillusioned by a thought, I didn’t hear well.

Unheard sounds of fragrance are cherished,
With its mysterious existence,
I forlorn hope, stay quiet and calm,
Sweet are heard melodies,
Unheard melodies; sweeter and to eternity.

Now with this disillusion,
Could I give up life?...and memories I have?
Never! For I cannot dwell…
For I’m still nothing without them.

And so I ponder, the depth of life,
I tried to…but couldn’t reach to depth,
For I had forlorned hope,
And without it, I cannot stay…

Earthly child who gave up hope,
I’m in search of a heaven I will reign.