May

O decrepit hope,
what fantasies you arouse
only to be put asleep
by yesterday’s sorrow
and tomorrow’s unknown.

O glorious hope,
what fantasies you ignite
to spark aflame the fire
that drives me close to you
in a dance we both share.

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