The sky unfolded, pale and wide,
A breathless hush where light should bide.
No golden rays to touch the land, just shadows stretching, hand in hand.
The world awoke in muted gray, the birds unsure if they should play. Each heartbeat thudded in the chill, and morning whispered, soft and still. I walked alone through streets undone, each step a mirror of the sunless dawn.
The wind carried what could not speak, a hollow ache too faint, too bleak.
Yet in that quiet, something stirred, a fragile hope, a trembling word.
The day may come without its flame, but life persists beyond the same.
For even in a sky so cold,
Our hearts ignite, our hands can hold.
A dawn with no sun cannot erase the light we build in our own space.
