An Awakening

From a darkness cold, absolute, endless
Came a puttering, fluttering noise.
A sound, a movement penetrated the sadness,
Slowly, somehow surely, shattering the void.

There was a whisper and some light -- then a voice
Calling out, reaching out, somehow touching the cold.
So the hole went agape and the mist was lifted;
Ears perked up, eyes searched out though the silence was told.

And through the fear and imagined ghosts,
She mustered courage, her arms unfold;
From the soundless, dark void she moved,
Risking existence, daring escape from solitude.

Outwards she looked, then stretched and felt
What seemed formless -- unseen unheard.
Her heart stopped when she touched warmth;
Bewildered, frightened, she withdrew her arm.

Yet it beckoned and she heard and was drawn
To the sound, to the warmth, to the light -- and beheld
The one who to her was meant and who said:
Alas! You are here and I am whole --
You cannot know how much for you I have longed.