Twist Of Faith Poem by Ruerd Visser

Bannished into aparent oblivion or whatever hell we imagine ourselves to be a fitting place for those that unwittingly became part of our lives.
Serving in solitude we either cherish a hint of hope or relive our disapointment time and time again.
It is the way of this world to abolish those that somehow struck a cord, finding out we where seemingly unable to create something lasting and worthwile.
Apealling us to stand by eactother.
So there they are gone but not forgotten, like a distant sun fueling whatever hope we hold in our heart, while we often retain a sense of disapointment and dispair as to wheter we will ever make this come true.
In a twist of fate memory seems to play its own part saying what if?
Really what if there was ever a celestial moment in which our hope was answered indefinitly for something so sublime and unearthly.
That would succeed to wash away all the errors of our way!