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;