Dear wandering hope, once bright and near,
You graced my days with silver cheer;
Though now you fade like distant air,
My heart still seeks the trace you bear.
You taught my trembling soul to rise,
To read our fate in gentler skies,
To trust the hush where sorrow lies
And find a dream in soft disguise.
But time, that quiet, ruthless thief,
Has thinned your glow beyond belief;
And all you left—both joy and grief—
Now drifts like petals, pale and brief.
Yet still I call you, faint and far,
The way a dusk recalls its star—
Not for the light of what you are,
But for the door you left ajar.
Your warmth within my thoughts remains,
A tapestry of joys and pains,
A tender hymn I can’t restrain,
Of longing, soft as autumn rain.
I miss the light, the quiet trust,
Our glow turned into lovedust;
I seek the grace I need to earn
That sacred day when you return.
