Second Wind
Another sunrise.
Another chance
to get it right.
And I will.
Because the fire’s back –
quiet,
controlled,
mine.
Another sunrise.
Another chance
to get it right.
And I will.
Because the fire’s back –
quiet,
controlled,
mine.
Moving on is not forgetting –
it’s letting the ashes settle,
letting the wind carry what remains,
while we walk forward,
hands empty, but hearts open
for the fires yet to come.
Time and again,
we push through the dark,
through the endless turning of days,
never surrendering,
never undone.
My eyes, open to light,
to the glisten of dew on blades of grass,
to the dance of shadows across the ground,
as if the earth itself breathes,
stretching, stirring,
and I am part of its waking,
alive in every quiet miracle,
every whisper of the world.
And so, I find myself craving you,
not out of need,
but out of a desire to share
this life I’ve built,
to blend our paths and
create something even more beautiful.
Because while I was happy in my world,
with you,
happiness has a new depth,
a richness I can’t ignore.
If only we could
chase the sunset
one last time
and be certain
of who you are to me
and who I am to you
then I can let go
as I know you have.
And we can carry on
with the night
apart, as it had been
cruelly written
May your dreams carry the beauty
you see so effortlessly in this world.
And may your heart,
when in the morning you rise,
feel the kindness you have given mine.