All my Howling Days are Quiet. Peter Wyss

is

       a terrible illness

       hope is

       a fantastic cure

       Hope is

       a fish on fire

       deep down

       in the ocean

       Hope is

       a swim

       in the desert

       Hope is

       to be blessed with a curse

       hope is

       to be cursed with a blessing

      Hope is

       you when

      despair

       is me

      Hope is

       what makes you get up

       when you live all alone

       at the end of the world

       and think all hope is lost

      Hope is

       when

      indifference

       cries

       tears

       of joy

       Hope is

       a blackbird singing

       so deep into night

       that the dreams

       stop and listen