A day passes unremarked, and yet a flower blooms.
Night beckons, and a solitary man will search his soul.
As sun yields to moon, so his heart yearns toward her.
Unexpected moment, wielding the most profound power.
He is animated again, awake and alive as a crystal aria,
Frail and barely audible, a melody of infinite peace
Piercing a life filled with doubt and anger, casting fear
Aside as a lingering presence fades with unshed tears.
Desire humbles, laying bare the prison of his mind.
A quiescent warning whispered in his ear, old wound
From another age when a soft bright smile stole his passion,
Leaving him an uncertain shell of bitter loneliness and pain.
Married to this malicious memory is his mind, closed to hope,
Prey to false remembrance; casting himself as victim.
Yet now to wonder, and to let time assuage melancholy spirt
With a golden spring, unlooked for and treasured as a gift.
Slowly discarded the recollection of that instant
When reckoned love became fractured and corrupt.
The pieces of his heart, once scattered and dead to light,
Respond now to a sun rising in the depths of her eyes.
Night passes, and a solitary man emerges from the cold
To truly love for the first time; to feel possibilities in her kiss,
And to catch the sweet sound of her laughter in his ears,
Precious and savored, like the welcome release of unabashed tears.