This Sinking Feeling

So angels dance upon broken ground
as the sun sets gently over the hill.
And here I sit, making no sound
for I hoped and now that hope is still.

Too eagerly I put myself forth,
too great were my expectations.
And now as the winds blow north
I croon my lamentations.

They were silly, I know, the dreams I had
but it's not easy to keep hope at bay.
And though now I am a little sad,
I know that tomorrow is a new day.

So I will sit and watch the angels sing,
bearing in mind all that I think
And attempt to share the joy they bring,
While slowly, slowly, I let my hope sink.