The walking leaf

Where is my faith?
It floats on a breeze
butterfly wings,
purple tinged belief.

Where is my thought?
It digs in the blackest of mines
burying dreams,
darkness loves relief.

Where is my hate?
It slithers along a branch of despair
killing sympathy,
empathy is a thief.

Where is your hope?
It dissolves in the sea
shark fins,
life is brief.

In the park I caress the breeze
and watch the walking leaf.