New Dawn
One bright light was snuffed out
by a crystal mist
smoky white tendrils weaving paths
of promise and destruction
through his mind, body and soul
My own sacred garden grown thick
with weeds of discontent, vacant
covered in a winter blanket
of icy protection
longing for his warmth
Watching in despair and helplessness
his bright sun shrinking
vanishing towards oblivion...
then totally eclipsed
The stranger who claimed to be my
husband these last few years died
as the man I married
fought for his life
Then, the fragile flowers of my heart
felt his new and dawning light
calling forth the spring blossoms
tender petals slowly unfurl
The Hummingbird returns to my dreams.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2008
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