By Martin Falatic
Written 1999-04-25
Revised 1999-04-25, 2010-08-04

Does hope spring eternal,
From that deep-drawn well of time?
Or has it run dry?
A dusty monument to chances lost,
To moments squandered?

What are the rules of engagement
For a heart in retreat?

I can offer you only this:
A heart that is true.

If you believe you can fly,
Perhaps that is enough.
For hope is boundless,
Imagination is priceless,
And love is immortal.

And while every door seems closed,
And every curtain, drawn,
And every moment aches with longing,
The smallest shaft of light does penetrate this shell:
Illuminating the darkest corners,
Awakening a new-found hope.