I thought it best to smile not.
(when viewing what my heart forgot)
Let clouds consume good instinct’s smile,
and not allow naïve beguile.
But something like a warming breeze
stirred through the air and hollow trees,
and lifting up my weary head,
no more I thought, alone, “hope’s dead.”
The smile that I perceived as false,
or else just part of some sly waltz,
was what inspired the wind that blew
inside and bid dark dreams, “adieu.”
The hope that what I see is true
is what we need to see us through.