Hope Floats

A good friend of mine had the worst heartbreak ever. He was responsible in a lot of ways for what happened to him, but he is also is a great guy, and it hurt my friends and I to see him this way. His state provoked me into writing a few lines...something I haven't done for a good 2 months now.

You are a few seas away
Alone. Only pain for company.
My friend, sometimes love isn’t enough to see love through.
Desolate is the wilderness.
Was the oasis you sought a fleeting mirage?
Was it your time? Was your throat parched enough?
Anger is the seed of sorrow.
Bitter is the harvest of wrath,
Thorns abound your path.
What have you to show?
Empty hands. Black hole for a soul?
Lost are the dreams you dreamt,
And this is a nightmare you are living.
Don’t you look deep within?
Wish life wasn’t a riddle.
Wish life was a game you’ve mastered.
Harsh words spoken cut deeper than any sword,
Even a sword crafted by the fiery hands of Vulcan.
My friend, sometimes love isn’t enough to see love through.

Look beyond the seas that separate us.
Tomorrow will still bring a dawn.
Gloom can’t hide much, but inside your heart.
Undying is one’s spirit,
If you let it free.
Yes, your horizon is bleak,
The pristine dawn is not yet yours.
Wallow in your misery,
For you are but a man.
Quagmire for an abode.
The bog of hurt.
Deep is the chasm of your heart.
An empty cavern,
A dry river bed that once held promise.
Sweet is love.
The stench of its death, though, is overpowering.
It fills your every pore,
Your eyes have lost their light.
Just seeing isn’t sight.
Have you in you the fire?
The one that once burnt bright?
All I can see are ashes,
Just living isn’t life.

Let the eternal light of the One be your beacon,
When you have no answer to your questions,
When you have no where else to turn,
Let divine providence guide you,
And lead you to the warmth of your home.
Scarred from battles of the heart,
Worthy, are you not?
To find solace in your beloved’s warm embrace.
The cycle of life does make it turns.
Life is, but a wheel.
Your hunger may be disguised.
And your desire may be dead.
But while your heart is beating,
There is hope, still.
And your time is sure to come,
For thou art a true prince.