The wings of tenderness

The tenderness has wings
on which hope is striving to build
A home made of eternal links.
When tenderness has gone,
When hope in pieces is torn,
The wind preys on it close.
It carries it through its blow.
Anxious questions then from this flow:
Where does hope fly? Where does it go?
How can it dawn? Can it slow down?
Hustled in the air, here and there,
By cold or hot downpours drenched,
Swung into storms, dived into clouds,
Is there a hope for hope to fall
Within some eyes, some mind, some soul?
A way to bring back a life's glow
In hollow man, in a shadow?
A sweet heart in some corner,
Some lovely words told in whispers,
Have a power that some do know:
They make the wind slow down and bow
To let hope flee and find a way
Out of all trouble.
The wind can blow, the rain can fall,
When tenderness is back again,
all wings unfurled, kissing the air,
Hope can breast and it can brave
All frightening storms, bitter despair.