A sliver of hope

"Temper, temper," said
the temptress, walking along
the untroden path.

"I want to see behind
the walls and the icebergs,
where the spring waits."

I sat there, silent.
Observing, waiting, hoping. No.
stay, come, stay, go, stay.

Alone, in my spring
I shut and lock the gate, again.
Happy, sad, alone.

A ray of sun shines
Sitting in the green garden,
I watch it die and live.