It is hope that guides me. Hope is what gets me through the day and especially these long dark nights. Nights when not can be heard except my tears and the whispering wind, reminding me of the times that are gone. And I miss you like the sun's rays miss the roses when winter has fallen and there is nothing for them to direct their light to. Like the earth misses the stars when there is not but clouds in the sky. All that gets me through the dark and lonely time that I am away from you is hope. Hope that before the my last breath is spent I will see you once more. Hope that before winter encloses me forever in it's icy grasp that I will once again be in your arms.
