a soul drifts on northern winds
suspended in darkness it barely moves
frost crawls along its useless limbs
and what little warmth remaining drains away
yet a voice escapes its dry lips,
movements from an old memory,
an ancient process still active
a whispered prayer for the light.
"oh Sun, endlessly burning,
find and release me.
oh Sun, beloved warmth
free me from the ruthless winter."
a moment and a chance,
a movement into light.
and something stirs, something wakes
in the empty shell of a man.
a spark in his eyes,
words cease, prayer is answered.
and life creeps once more
thorough the waking forest.
warm light seeps through branches,
an ember is lit in the shade
a fire fed from within,
resonating with the radiance.
blood flows faster,
breathing in the fragrant wind
rich with renewed life.
silence is shattered.
words escape his throat,
far louder than prayer.
"oh Sun, endlessly burning
you found me and released me.
oh Sun, beloved warmth
the winter gave way to spring."
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