In The House Of Hope

From my intent there hides a seed

And from my aim there evades a deed,

In the shadows by a dying hearth of heed

Are Forgotten dreams of a forgotten creed,

Recondite beneath the sheets of need

Queiscent are those unsaid words not freed,

All the while the child that was me

Laughs irreverent, mockingly.

Its a game where none that meant to be found

seek those that were plainly always around.

Watch ever vigilant, lest they slip by,

As they tried when the path last went awry.