Hope

-A cry in the dark, a whisper,
it’s like hope sometimes.
It’s vibrations are felt,
the rushing of articulation,
a waiting, expectancy, as sound
is cut by the cold wind.
A desperate exhalation,
syllables formed and muted
slowly fading, scattered,
scrambling in the dark howling;
and the quick flash of a smile,
of hope, is shattered.
Light falls and evaporates,
extinguished from expectant eyes.
No tear fall, just the fallen crown,
as the bottom drops out.