Tag: Hope

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The restless city knew no sleep,
For it had known a three-month slumber,
And now its people wanted to feel
Alive. But with no sense of wonder.

Only the very few who’d learned
What it had meant to have less freedom
Had come to cherish each new day
With all its sunsets and beginnings.

And thus, the busy, crowded streets
Were no place for the tiny beings.
No, they were to be found up there,
On slender telephone lines, dreaming.

Dangling their feet above concrete,
Their eyes glued to the pearlescent symbol
Of Hope amidst the worst of times,
Eyes glued to one celestial being.

The crescent moon was their escape
From endless suffering and trials.
When nightfall came, they hopped up there
On slender telephone lines, sighing.

Fixing their gaze upon their Hope,
They wished the sand would stop its trickling…
For one night only… Maybe more…
The hectic world had left them weary…

How fine would then be everything…!
If they could dream and drink in magic…
If they could have the time to breathe
And get back to their truest selves and…

For now, one night was just enough…
The tiny people kept on gazing.
The chirping crickets, the linden trees…
Oh, it was June! And they kept on dreaming…

– Patricia

Message in a Bottle

With shaking feet, she stood her ground,
As anxious thoughts tore at her mind.
She wouldn’t back down, not right now,
Not when the sea was there, unbound.

For all that she could do right now,
The only way to ease her mind,
Was hope that her fast-scribbled words
Would reach another shore, somehow.

She’d written down her burning love,
Confessed she had her only sin,
And now, no longer bottled up,
She could entrust it to the sea.

Her message—words of timeless love,
Her messenger—the unknown sea,
Her heart—a spring of blossomed hope,
Her feet—sinking into the sand.

Her trembling fingers touched the words,
Her eager hand sealed them inside
The safest of the ships there was,
A bottle. And a kiss goodbye.

White-crested waves would carry it
To that one shore where it would find
Another beating heart—all hers,
Forever and always: her Love.

– Patricia

Winter Peace

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On a peaceful winter morning,
While all nature was asleep,
Winter fairies found their calling
In the mountains with steep peaks,
With the never-ending forests:
Trees so lofty, scent so green,
Where the tired soul could find rest
And lay down to breathe and dream.

Snowflakes listened to their calling
And descended upon Earth,
Graceful butterflies resembling,
Having just known their sweet birth.
On the fir trees still grew green moss,
Entangled with the bright white
Of the soft blanket which covered
All of nature, day and night.

On a peaceful winter morning,
While silence governed the land,
Winter fairies found their calling,
One which promised freedom that lasts.
For the soul yearning for quiet,
This magical, hidden world
Was all that they could desire…
Peace, contentment, freedom, hope…

– Patricia

By Candlelight

We sit down by the candlelight
And just enjoy the silence.
We’ve suffered so much in our pasts,
But now there’s peace and guidance:
The candles light our path tonight
And lead us towards a new world,
Where with ourselves we reunite
And learn to simply let go.

The tender light flickers and calls
The names which we’d forgotten…
In unsung silence we’re reborn
And find the light to hold on.
No words escape our sealed lips,
For there’s no need to speak now.
We both know what we want to say
And cherish what we now have.

By candlelight we’ve found our peace,
Its warmth—so liberating.
By candlelight we’ve found our names,
No longer hesitating.
By warm and soothing candlelight
We’ve broken out of darkness.
By candlelight we sit in peace,
Rejoicing in the silence…

– Patricia

Crossroads

Yet again she found herself struggling to keep fighting.
She stood still at the crossroads, breathing in and sighing…
“Do I see the point in this? Do I keep on going?
Do I stop chasing this dream? Do I keep on hoping?”

More and more she found herself weaker and just wanting
To cease all that she had tried, throw a pity party
For herself and only so. No one seemed to care for
That one dream she hoped to achieve which had made her world-weary.

“Is it worth it? I don’t know… I’m so lost and tired…
And if not, what do I do? This is what I desired…”
Pondering upon the way which would give her meaning,
She decides so: “One more time, I will keep on dreaming…”

– Patricia

Skies of Hope

Rays of burning gold descend:
One more day comes to an end.
Warming amber paints the sky
And the clouds are beautified.

Magic trails are left behind,
Seemingly endless and white,
As the airplanes fade away;
A new border: night and day.

Forests turn to fiery black,
As the light turns into dark,
As the valleys—once alive—
Become still and renounce light.

Golden daylight disappears
Behind distant, empty hills;
Fireflies now take its place
And the veil of darkness face.

Rays of burning gold descend:
One more day comes to an end.
Warming amber paints the sky
As I hear the lullaby.

Sacred whispers touch my ears
And I stop in place to hear.
Soothing song surrounds my soul
And embraces me as whole.

– Patricia

Guardian of Hope

From ancient whispers of the forest,
A tiny fairy comes to life.
A child of purity and magic,
A sign of innocent delight.

Behold! The guardian arises
And takes its place on rusty leaves,
Protecting all the living beings
From sharpened claws which warm breath seize.

Behold! The future of the forest—
Once under poisoned veils of dark—
Now has a gleaming light awaiting
On hopeful journeys to embark.

So, there is hope in dreadful moments!
So, there is magic here tonight!
The night of life has disappeared;
The morning sun sends warmth and light.

From ancient whispers of the forest,
A tiny fairy comes to life.
A mighty guardian arises
And ancient truths are beautified.

– Patricia