I am fractured by hope and its inarticulate mists.
That unreasoned logic which releases joy, relinquishes words.
A feeling so small, its profound. A pain so piercing, its pleasure.
An evening everlasting, and a fleeting monsoon.
A night forgotten, a date crooned.
Untouched but tangible. Unheard yet sung.
A sight unseen, a tapestry undone.
I am fractured by hope and its inarticulate mists;
For it is like you within me, and indomitably persists.