Corves.

Hope has been known to humiliate,

When silence has a lot of breath.

Silence can be ridiculing,

And hope, hateful.

Whose force is larger?

The seen and heard silence,

Or the un-sensed notion?

I fight for one.

For a long time, I forgot.

I forgot that realised hope intoxicates.

I forgot the misery of silence,

When I'm moved by hopefulness.

I gather the hopes in a corf,

Optimism is my container.

The silence I respect.

Even as I acknowledge the presence of fire.