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