When Hope Whistles In Dire Moments Poem by R. Ariffin

Time they say would heal and restore
Even the broken-most memories of late
Making time the enemy to those who surrenders
And those who are constantly trying to forget

For those who stand vigilant in all loneliness
Are damned to dance in the cold and bitter rain
Against time, and the dying flame of love
All the while waiting and wishing for the end

But then love they say would flicker wherever
Even in coldest hearts and darkest shadow
When hope whistles in dire moments
Just sit and wait for the afterglow