Blindly, I stumbled.
Fear, an ashen cloud
suffocating my soul.

I reach out, groping
searching, yearning,
for a foothold.

A velvet touch,
against my hand,
and light infuses my being.

A dolphin.

All fear banished,
by a single caress,
and joy rings in my heart.

A second touch,
not physical,
but in my soul I feel.

And all I hear,
In the winter storm,
is the voices calling from the waves.

Saying, crying,
"Spring is near,
Life must always follow."

And I smile,
and I cry,
for I found my saviour.

A dolphin.

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