Hope

hope is another

kind of burning

you have made an aureole 

about me

you have illuminated me

with a pale flame

this torch that you

have lit

I want to pass back

into your hands

now that I am on fire

surely

you will burn up the world

with this incendiary seed

surely

this is a curse or a gift

blazing within you

the light

is starting to shine out

from the cracks 

in your spirit 

like a skein of stars

only now unwinding

I think you cannot 

see it

strange how each of us

is blind to our own light

so I will mirror it

back to you

in my eyes