The moment hung, a fragile thing,
A butterfly on trembling wing.
A whisper in the air, a sigh,
A teardrop glistened, then went dry.
The world spun fast, then stood still,
A heart beat slow, against its will.
A silent plea, a whispered prayer,
For hope to rise, and banish fear.
A hand outstretched, a gentle touch,
A warmth that broke the bitter clutch.
A voice, so soft, so full of grace,
The darkness yielded, leaving space.
For love, like dawn, had pierced the night,
And brought a glimmer, warm and bright.
The storm had passed, the skies were clear,
And life was saved, from year to year.