Promised Words

Words softly spoken,
Hopes and promises awoken.
Spoken words of intent,
But is reality bent,
To the actualization,
Of this imagination,
Or is it but a hope,
A silver rope,
Mist without form,
Soon to perish in storm.
How am I to know,
Till I'm caught in the flow,
Either swept away,
Lost in the grey,
For failed cord,
For the secrets we horde,
Or I am held fast,
And it proves to be truly cast,
This silver rope,
This promised hope.