Stolen spring

With your coming

I sensed the breath of spring

Upon the breeze

As hope alighted its way to joy

Surrendering all the heavy weight of deep deep sorrow

That was all my soul knew

Before

And with our meeting

Places in me that slumbered

Slowly awakened

As we shared

Poetry and longing

Speaking of hopes and dreams

And Moroccan patios

You my love are my promise

Of awakening

After so many years of sleep

Lost years lingering

With wounds so deep

And somehow

I know this truth

So entirely in my soul

That for me

You are

The coming of the spring

Stolen from me

So many many years

Ago

As I teetered upon the brink

Of the most terrible of summers