For promises that grow
In marshes,
To a pristine river to flow,
Such are the ones
We hope to believe,
To drown in, of disbelief,
Deep below.
There prevails the dawn
Hope
To herald a dusk
Of darkness beyond,
A whisper from therein,
“Rise, wise; arise,”
Look for a promise,
In the dead of the night.
Still your heart; Stay your mind
Unto your soul, be kind
Promises to the wind,
May well be, are never pinned
Love is right, calm the whirlwind…