Flame of hope

A strange sense of relief.

Tears of loss.

The heart yearns for what is not,

And the brain yearns to justify what is.

Why does my heart want that

which my brain doesn't?

Why am I justifying,

convincing myself of something that has to be,

but isn't?

I anxiously wait for what is going to be,

I painfully miss what was.

The flame inside just went out,

"No hope!" the heart cries.

Darkness lies ahead,

And I venture against my will.

Will I find what the heart wants?

Or will the brain justify that

what I want is what I have?

Will I find you,

or do you not exist?

Will I ever smile,

the way I did last night,

in your arms?

Or is that a fragment of my Phantasm?

Will logic and the sensibilities of the world

keep us apart?

Or will the melodies of our souls

harmonize to become a tune?

Do you know me?

Will you remember me?

Will you hold my hand in the darkness?

Will you light my flame of hope?