hope
secret tears, seeds of grief,
silent and starving,
or of love,
like rain,
to live or not live,
to be just one more stone,
or to be watered,
drop by drop,
tangled black roots,
wounds that mark you,
open your clenched soul
to the waters,
a sliver of sun,
the taste of fire,
a distant star sings to you
its ardent song,
a hushed sound,
the heart listens,
roots extend outward,
seeking nourishment.
