It came like a windchime in windy night,
A soft and gentle sound,
A whisper in the darkness,
A breath of hope.
It came like a warm embrace,
A feeling of peace,
A comfort in the storm,
A hand to hold.
It came like a ray of sunshine,
A break in the clouds,
A hope for tomorrow,
A light in the darkness.
It came like a song,
A melody of joy,
A reminder of beauty,
A reason to smile.
It came like a dream,
A vision of possibility,
A glimpse of what could be,
A reminder that anything is possible.
It came like a gift,
A blessing from above,
A miracle in the making,
A reason to be grateful.
It came like a whisper,
A gentle reminder,
That everything is going to be okay,
That you are not alone.
It came like a friend,
A shoulder to cry on,
An ear to listen,
A hand to hold.
It came like love,
A feeling of warmth,
A sense of belonging,
A reason to live.
It came like hope,
A light in the darkness,
A reason to keep going,
A reason to believe.
But why do I
feel like it came to me, and it is now gone again.