Hope Eternal  

Let me say goodbye
Before the sun goes down,
Daubed light in the sky
Falls on the thistledown.

In these last moments,
I could smell the perfume
And the spicy scents
Of flowers abloom;

What makes the day long
When patience is not sweet?
The hearth I belong
Is empty with defeat:

Let me find my way
Where the lush violets grow,
And hope that someday
The road leads back to you.

 Reprinted from Gulf Weekly, 8-11-94