Beginnings

Liberated by her selfless methods

She is the brisk morning air of a Spring revived

Demure in darkness 

Vivacious in light

Inspiring valor and ebullience

Her decadent voice pours over me

Reaching every deep and hidden crevice of my being

She concludes a symphony missing its harmony

Her flowing words implore me to live a life I never thought possible

And all at once the fear, the tumultuous uncertainty

Fades like the distant echoes of childhood memories

I am not made broken or desolate by the loss of the past 

I am rejuvenated by the dreams of tomorrow

And the beginning of an adventure deep into the throes of love and passion.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

This is a terrific write, very uplifting and well penned. Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!