• I'm lost, for joy has left me.
    Covered by fear, hidden so no one can see.
    I am alone, just sitting on the ground.
    My quite place, that's where I was found.
    A hand reached out for me, calling.
    The way the hand came for me was longing.
    All I saw was the hand, no body or face.
    I only saw a void of black, empty space.
    Who the person was, a total mystery to me.
    I wondered who this person could be.
    The hand was still, not leaving.
    Heavier became my breathing.
    Time went by, but the hand was still there.
    All I could do was stare.
    The stranger stayed, waiting.
    The wait should have became infuriating.
    But no sound did I hear in that moment, so still.
    My hand reached out against my will.
    When our hands touched, I began to cry.
    I never even wondered why.
    The hand pulled me in closer, into the dark.
    The silence was broken by a morning lark.
    It was all just a dream I now did see.
    Joy never left, and hope was with me.