Quest

Like a breeze to caress the awn,

She softly came. A golden dawn

To enlight the gloomiest night.

I was so cold, she held me tight,

And thus she warm'd my soul and heart

To bring me hopes of a new start.

But in a sudden, to my despair,

I saw she go - from me dispair.

Now I walk the darkest road,

To find that breeze that from me roll'd.