Secret Hope

A inspirational poem about the magick of hope

Walking by the quiet brook
along an unused path
There lies an ever-blooming rose
untouched by nature's wrath

It's white in spring and red in summer
and black when leaves start falling
And then it turns to fiery gold
in times when winter's calling

They say it sprang from pixies' kisses
and a silver seed from Pan -
planted when the world was new
in the early youth of man

When times are sad and hope is lost
I run to the forest at night
I hide and listen for the call
to witness a beautiful sight

I sit and watch the fairies dance
around the rose of wonder
'Till time I'm greeted and asked to join
their merriment of thunder

We dance 'till dawn when they depart
to leave me with my dreams
And soon in silence I remember
just what the flower means

I laugh until my insides hurt
with eyes filled full of tears
and watch the rose of Hope in bloom
diminish all my fears

And now my friend, the secret's gone
so wipe away your tears
Because when sadness comes we'll go
and dance the fairy dance for years.