Hope...

dans le besoin d'inspiration, à la recherche d'une vision

When it felt like all is lost.

Like a blade of grass breaking out of the desert sand,
with all chances for it to flourish yet uncertain...

It was only a brief moment did you make your presence known.
Then then as quickly as you appeared, slipped back to the depths of silence.

A sign that past hurts have healed perhaps?
Or a message for time to further weather its jagged edge?

I'll take it either way.
I refuse the dictates of logic.

I continue my search...