A single *****'ling star,
is all that's left of hope.
A tenuous gold thread,
all that's left of light's rope.

And then, a voice. I heard
echoes through the night.
Oh creature of shadows,
do you bring the newest light?

An answer I expected,
but no such one received.
Instead, there was only silence.
And me, of hope bereaved.

But back it came,
it's likeness as a child.
An offered hand
and a smile pure and mild.

And as I stood, the light
wrapped round me like a vine.
Now sorrow is banished from me,
and happiness is mine.