Like a sudden burst of flame
From seemingly dying embers.
Like a distant twinkle
Of a star’s burning shine
On the cloudiest of nights…love’s coming.
Like the vivid green of spring’s first breaking
Through the piercing white, of winter’s frost surrounding.
Like a sudden gasp for air
One’s very first breath
After death stole their last…love’s coming.
Like a sudden beam of sunshine
After a wailing…hailing storm.
Like the shrill sound of birdsong
Upon the waking of the morn,
The cracking of the dawn…love’s coming.