Hope, so fragile, that sometimes I hardly
dare to breathe, in case thy own perception,
in a blink, you decide to seal;
evasive, seemingly undecided, if to light us
around the reefs, or, abandon, just leave us,
without lantern, rudder and keel.

Still, as the Morningstar shivers through
the mist, you are always there, bare, eternal,
in thy solid faith, in us, in this,
our irrepressible wish to survive and persist,
so, to accept our love and gratitude, we do,
sincerely insist.