Elusive Words

There are words here, deep inside,

but I can't find them.

They peak from rough edges of stone walls,

but glancing once, twice,

gone as a vapor.

Are there keys, both brass and gold

In sodden pockets?

How to reach them

Digging once, twice

Only to find holes, absence.

In quietness and rest

Hope

Hope for change

Open doors to misty vistas

Now clearing where words appear.