Elucidating Questions

Shimmering flavours of hope dusting the furniture

Like so many broken promises resting in the hole

A fingertip of dusty hope

Drawn across the solid wood in a straight line

Coming to rest at an end in this place

All the hopes whose promises never made it

Whose flavours slowly faded

Drawn like so much dust

It flutters down around in a silent winter night

In any light

Hopes falling as they fade

Leaving dust in their wake