every day,
holds a surprise.
every sigh of the wind,
a gift.
nay, when you least expect,
the world itself,
may reach to embrace.
you find in the hardest times,
there’s a glimmer of light,
possibly,
a glimmer of hope.
out from the dark,
the one you care about,
will care back.
standing there with no hope to move,
your light stands in the dark.
beckoning.