Flickering Hope in the Gloom
1
My tokens tumble, making hearts rumble in gloom,
While the hush of morning is scorning each bloom.
Still, I cling to a ring of bright dreams once soared,
As the candle of hope dips low—once more ignored.
2
In cryptic confusion, illusions can thrive,
A glimmer grows dimmer each time they contrive.
The charts propose a new cosmic route,
Yet I’m battered and shattered by red waves of doubt.
3
Like storms in the night, my fortunes take flight,
Then swiftly they fall, enthralled by the fright.
In the hush of my trust, my balance is pinned,
Yet seeds of revival might soon ride the wind.
4
I harbor a spark in the dark of despair,
For each winter ends, and new blossoms repair.
Though sorrow runs deep, I keep watch for the sun,
Awaiting that dawn where my losses may run.