cold like hope-
when my hope turned to white,
it was frozen into a fine statue,
molded on a boundless iceberg,
huge, heavy, but afloat
A deer madly ran to chase the sun;
faster and faster like fire
raging across the land,
hungry and thirsty she ran,
straining ever faster
until her blood froze
and crashed on the land,
her body cold like hope,
her horns spread life fire
the statue solidifies the last gesture of flying