the first day of advent
when the sky is white grey and trees blackeing
i come out of the warm bed hoping
and it has been such a long time since
hope
and i remember the days of despair and even
last night was a day of despairs and obsessions
at the time of the purple candle come into
childhood at the time of the blue and white
to let these scars all go
do not be afraid to be the child
at this time
against my will
i feel hope
and now it is not vain because
in the days long past i stood and watched
the dead root grow