What a joy to find love,
Not for the first time,
But in spite of it...
To feel the door to my heart
Flung wide again,
The seal broken,
The key turned...
To hear the wings of passion
Beating furiously, rapidly,
Their frantic motion
Reverberating loudly in my ear.
When my heart stood silent,
I heard that faint echo from afar
And answered it quietly, tentatively,
In a whisper I almost wished would remain unheard.
The answer came back clear and strong
And its resonance prompted my soul to speak again.
When all was darkness,
I saw a distant pinpoint of light.
I approached it cautiously,
The memory of being blinded
Still nourishing emotional paralysis.
I took one step towards it,
Its brilliance compelling me to move closer,
And found myself engulfed in it,
Cradled in its warmth,
Safely nestled in its enormity,
Beautiful once again in its illumination.

©1998 Gail Von Schlichting


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