As single light outside my window,
Welcomes itself in and tickles my ice cold skin.
Bright against the hard contrast that is me.
It stays – it doesn’t go,
Or least of all,
It makes my skin sparkle and shine,
As if I were the purest diamond or the greatest ruby,
And yet I am still cold.
If only there were more like you little light,
Perhaps then my soul could be bright.