Falling

Morning light bled into the room as I woke to the sound of your breathing

The birds outside praising the sun with their songs

At that moment I understood their urge to sing

And how they might feel as they herald the breaking of dawn and the first sight of spring

I wanted to sing to you about the whisper of flowers beginning to blossom in my heart

About the molten cream of your fingertips that thaws the ice in my skin

The moment I made peace with my empty

You came flooding in

And now everything is of amber oats and honey

Every moment is magic hour

This relentless winter is beginning to retreat

The shouting promise of spring asks me to stay

To sing the song

To say the words

Show me how to look in your eyes without saying

The moment we came together was the same moment I picked up a pen

and now the ink will spell out nothing but the four letters of your name

Tell me how to kiss you

Without opening my mouth to reveal my heart

And all the places it’s still bleeding

Every day spent with you is a lesson on learning how to love again

How do I tell you

That I almost forgot what this felt like

That I almost forgot the hot aroma of petals unfurling

And the dappled buttercream of light crowning as the world creeps from the quiet grip of decay

Reaching out to be embraced by life

I watched the light fill the room and listened to your heartbeat sing,

“Bloom with me, bloom with me, bloom...”

I swallow my song

Whisper, “patience…” to the caged bird in my throat

And wait for the sun to rise