Hopeful Banter

Sorrow lingers in fragrant petals

In the strings of the heart

Slacked, but free

And drifts in silence with a silent light

Beckoning the mind to just be

In painful streaks it paints the heart

Binds our will in skillful art

The door of freedom lay open ahead

But the willful beckon is all that need be said

To lure our mind in its quiet grasp

To stay, is all it asks

Yet the will to be free exists such

From the deepest source it springs

The strings of sorrow pulls neither much

As hope throws away the stings

Of sorrow and hurt and emerges thus

The inner light of evergreen joy

We leave the room in faith and trust

For I have found my playful inner boy