In the hush where shadows linger,
where hope has turned to dust,
I kneel beside the fading embers,
whispering light, whispering trust.

Your soul, a trembling candle,
flickering against the night,
wounded by the weight of sorrow,
starved of warmth, bereft of sight.

I draw the breath of ancient heavens,
spun from stars and golden streams,
exhaling life into your spirit,
mending fractures, mending dreams.

Through my hands, the currents shimmer,
soft as moonlight on the tide,
I am fire, I am healer,
I call the dawn where dark abides.

Rise from darkness, shed the mourning,
let your weary soul ignite,
for you were never lost nor broken—

you forgot you were the light.

KyRa xxx