hope.

my eyes are closed,

and i run and run

through the lush green

forest.

i can hear only the chirping of the

early bird, and the dance of

the crystal water.

and i continue to run.

when my eyes open,

i get stinged by the darkness,

but i can see a candle somehwere,

and i stop.

hope, there is some.

in front of me,

within you.