Light from the Cold

From a balcony where strong winds did blow,

I gazed at the dark orange sky so bold,

Looking down at the big wide world below,

One evening, I stood alone in the cold.

When I thought that stardust had no more hope,

And that the world only brightened at day,

When certain mishaps never changed lone scope,

I stood shivering to hear what he’d say.

One sudden ring had tuned my heart to sing,

Having ten minutes to end in a swish.

Cold, unusual, strong—and what did it bring?

A surprise for me and a granted wish.

It was a glorious night indeed, and I,

Returning to the room, gave a deep sigh.