Hopes

Being human
I'm laden with wishes
and from heaven's
hopes are the blessings

I love hopes
because my hopes
never made false promises
about bringing me cozy peaks
Instead they cleared the roads
from blur and the bleak

In frosty nights with storms' wrath
hopes came to me with a mother warmth
at dawns hopes turned
into a spade in my hand
to break the rock
and
put impasse an end.