Spring

Dawn lifting tendrils

the world is opening, the void closes

lifting from cold slumber, falling fire awakening

hiding deep dark death, showing leaves light life

soft glow moments before each dance morning

I’m feeling for promises, you’re fighting betrayal

of hope of love of meeting, despair denial separation

hearing voices calling, deaf to speech silenced

Spring is when sun caresses a window frame…

I miss you so much; you care, connectless loss

no, no touch nor desire; yes, I yearn for you too

but this Spring we shall meet, in darkness we’ll dissolve

Again. Alone. As one

7th March 2021 Pennings