The whispers of tomorrow
a seed sown long ago.
The promise of no sorrow
a dream within still grows.

The quiet gentle stillness
a calming low advent.
The healing of the illness
a mortal slow lament.

The passing of a moment
a frame captured in time.
The melancholy scent
a rhythm with no rhyme.

The tranquil blue of heaven
a glint of hope unfurled
The proclamation given
a soul flung to the world.