But for a moment…
fleeting as it may be,
the long awaited enters through the window.
With anxious trepidation you reach to grasp it,
holding it in your heart long enough
to feel it whisper through your soul.
It exists, although not often in your reality.
But for a moment
it quietly fills you – and you stir.
You breathe in its bouquet and its sweetness
carries you back to hope.
You drink in its nectar…
a sweet healing honey that soothes your sorrow.
Yet, all too soon it gathers the dreams
it had carried with it,
leaving behind the pain
that once again binds you to itself.
But you have felt, you have breathed, you have tasted.
You know now that it exists
and you allow yourself to hope…
if but for a moment.