Hope.
A word that floats in the back of my mind
As emotions ebb and flow.

Hope.
When everything feels so unknown;
When seasons come and go.

Hope.
A feeling in my belly,
Like the flutter of a butterfly.

Hope.
The promise for a new tomorrow.
The steadfast love between you and I.

Hope.
When there's nothing left to do,
But surrender.

Hope.
The piece of puzzle in life that will help us
Make it through this time together.

Hope.
More than just a word or flutter;
The only thing I can cling to now.

Hope.
A gentle and sweet reminder,
We'll make it through somehow.

Hope.
For today and for tomorrow,
And just for right now.

Hope.

©KSS 4/2020

you, my lotus flower
mired in depths of darkness
drowning from heavy silt
and silence
reawakening at dawn
a pearlescent flower
divinely shaped
ever constant

cultivating hope
in your petals' curves
with bowed head leaning
toward light's promise
filling my heart
with resurrections
from yesterday's blight

Baby,
I'm a broken man.
I'm nothing but damaged goods
but I promise to give you
all of the love that I
couldn't promise
to myself.

If I can’t swallow your frigid heart
then let me kiss the traces of your
loneliness with my ugly mouth

And on a sleepless night
when your soul needs a cure,
I will be there with lavender tea

I look at the skies
As I think to myself
somber and lonely
Better days come
Even when the sun won’t shine

As I think of you
Bittersweet moments haunt my dreams
Beautiful scenes that will never be
I cross past the treacherous waters
But I’m far too calm
I’m far too stoic
It’s not the first storm I’ve ever seen

I’m not the one who you’re used to
The ghost of him travels with my shadows
It’s the past and so it seems
Time came and said hello
But now it’s time to go  

I’m over the moon that you’ve moved on
But take it day by day
You left in search for the new  
things may never be the same again

My mind plays tricks on my emotions
But as I go through the motions
I’m left with nothing but broken promises
Waiting for a sign if I’ll ever see you again

Suicide ? Was never a option for me .
I am fighting. , I will fight .
There's no end but only death .
Death is promised but it is uncertain .

Life is not promised so why we worry about life and future .

The great tree stood waiting
until he got there -
as far as there
at the appointed time
long before the promised time
before the arrival of offspring.

And the trees still stand
in anticipation
of the greater remainder of the promise.