To those who say there is no hope, I say (liars)
liars.
Liars.
LIARS.
Check the hands of the watch for time and do not say this time is mine, all that is mine is fleeting as
a cat's purr between naps. All that is mine is creation between naps.
When I awake
(when shall I awake?)
To find one last tale to pen, and then to fall into the light
and life and ray of hope your upturned face your
tattered lace and perfect grace

Waiting there so patiently
in sea salt air
destiny
a promise long kept while
waiting on a promise breaker
(is that not me?)

yet still you forgive me my faults and transgressions, holding
out quietly in shadow and in mist so silent there
so gentle there
so hopeful there
so lovely there
so sadness there
so lovelorn there are we.

-Jason