Through cracked and fading,

Crumbling walls of mortal life,

Cutting past the monotonous tick of

Endless time, this life which

Forces our participation, a game

From which we cannot simply stand and leave,

An apparition of color and light,

Pulling forth that emotion more powerful

Than all others.

Not Passion, not Contentment,

Not even garish Love.

Her wings draw down,

Like the most comforting of night skies

And our souls feel it:

Hope.

Watercolor and colored pencils, 10X13 inches