When Hope is Dust
When hope is dust
And dust is scattered by the wind.
When air is calmed,
As weather casts its filmy haze.
When haze dispels
And Night inquires of Time's design,
Love will be remembered.
When dreams are run,
As tears that bade a sad farewell.
And thoughts are dim,
As is your flavor in the air.
When Night inquires
And Time completes its list of wheres,
You, my love, will be remembered.
