The Gift

In the presence of solitude
and the solace of grief,
A fiery gift was
to me bequeathed.

The dying night
was broken by a single ray.
Hope shined fiercest,
on this, my darkest day.

But the light, it tricked me
and how I don’t know.
It danced into my eyes…
And out of my soul.

I tried to catch it
and it continued to evade me.
But when I finally caught it,
no one could save me….