First Breath

Enchanting, visceral clouds of light;

2012, not lost like the others.

Symbolic; like a flower without petals,

swaying at the thought of spring.


Multiple colored hues break through the clouds;

once dark and shapeless.

Waiting on the clock to speak;

Years lost and now found.


No more silence,

First breath of Spring on winter’s snow.

Deep breath after goodbye,

Warming the heart;

Not like ice, but warming from the inside out.


Until one day the cold is no more;

Replaced by springs eternal gaze.

Like light in the depths of a deeply buried cave,

The end of a never ending maze;

Finding your way to shore…Image


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