Hope

She

A match unfaltering amid a raging storm

A hand, extended, right before the touch

Between thoughts of pressure

a sigh of smile and calm

Her dance, in absence thought of

Her face, in front, admired and pitied

Her absence, void life, 

the only death that is and isn't

For if hope is there, all trifles are pale

All past and future light up

All possibilities lost or possible

beautifully reside in the mind

Calm, with a book in their hand

Some understood

Some not yet written