Hope can gutter, like a candle in the wind.
Each moment casting shadows in a myriad of patterns,
against the walls of my mind.
Fleeting glimpses of the future and what might be,
chances lost and taken and those I don't yet know.
And yet the flame burns stronger than before,
fueled by a force called love.
For you I.L.
(c) 12 January 1999 9:30, Fnagaton