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.