Eternal Spring

My window tells the story.

I need not experience first-hand

What lie in wait on the other side.

For from the shelter of these walls,

I know.

Tell me not

For I want not to hear

Whether the winter has gone

Or if spring has swept in to save me.

No matter the season,

She is gone.

And winter is her absence.

The perfect rejuvenation of spring, or summer's lively willow

Are powerless to replace the bitter cold of my empty room.

Where she is not, there the wind and snow descend.

Where she is, flowers come alive, and from behind the grey nothing,

The sun is freed.

She is brilliance.

She is warmth.

She is vitality.

And so was my life when she was near.

Eternal sunshine.

Eternal Spring.

A geyser of love, a fountain of adoration, collective, never selfish,

Humble, never arrogant.

I know not what love ought to look like.

But I do know that the love we had was good.

Good as the efflorescent buds of April.

Bursting to life! Arousing the dust

To color and complexion!

Turning grey and black and white

To red and green and violet.

Bringing Life to what was dead.

Turning dirt into daisies; desolate Earth revivified.

Such was our love. Such was our life.

Together we lived in happiness. Together we lived in harmony.

Each day a brand new melody; a symphony waiting to be written;

A door waiting to be opened.

I am not the architect of our love.

But I am beneficiary to its riches.

Every laugh, every tear, every moment,

An education in what it means to live, to be alive, to be human.

The look on her face, her beaming grin,

All leading me to something, or somewhere;

Some place where I might find meaning.

And now my North Star has flickered away.

Extinguished it is.

Never to return, or so I fear.

Gone.

And lost in the shadows am I,

Drifting hopelessly on a black ocean of grief,

No sail for my vessel, no oar, no engine.

Condemned to eternal dusk; never-ending nightfall;

Fearful that she may one day find herself here as well.

Her and me, united by despair yet

Divided by everything else.

Still I say, one day shall I find the light!

Or will the light find me!

The hand of salvation shall reach down

And liberate me from the chains of solitude;

It will shine on my path, so that I might walk straight to freedom!

And in the distance will the North Star return to guide me,

And my path shall be lit,

And my ship righted,

My sails unfurled.

Love is that hand.

Love will deliver me.

Its source yet fully unknown to me,

To it, I will fly like an uncaged bird.

And there will winter give up the ghost,

And there will I live, in my

Eternal Spring.