An hour yet to come~

I see how trapped can we become

In our actions, day - by - day

In reflections of our troubles past

And in future rumination

we travel far from our home

Into a land of hopes and dreams

And from them fear and lonely longing seem

to melt from future into present being

Like the ice in our hearts

warmed by others at long last

and so do our troubles leave us

to haunt this house of momentary peace

In the hours yet to come