Ray of light

Ray of light

left in the corner
forgotten, old glove.
Black torn and lonesome,
alone in the dark.

Left by itself,
hard, frozen, and dark,
when suddenly came
a swift ray of light.

A hand entered the corner,
cold, feeling around,
then suddenly found,
the old worn-out glove.

It entered inside it,
unsure of the way.
Stretching its fingers,
hoping to stay.

Holding together,
a hand and a glove.
Warming each other,
in the cold arctic night.