Funeral of hope

I felt the despairing fire growing inside. I suppose it was just too dark to be unhappy, too dark to trust or to die. I mentally followed my own footprints round and round in the old circle, dreaming the old dream of life, watching the orient sparkle born and vanish in the car light. A whispering flow of a melody was coming to me from far away as a background to the breathtaking dance of the melted glitter above the ashes of hope.