The Awakening

Slowly the heart wakes from hibernation And begins to heal and mend itself Untold endless days and dark empty nights Persisted through long summers and winters Time is a healer and its passage the treatment For the languid heart sapped of life’s love Beating in largo, a slow but dignified beat Has now begun to beat to a different tune Memory is an infinite library that I can go to And open past thoughts of shared moments Of a life that once was yet still is filled with love And exists in the cosmic space of my mind The treachery of death that wreaks havoc And steals loves beauty whilst in full bloom Has done its worst life’s hopes and aspirations Dashed forever has now run its course Time has sailed its turbulent course the Treatment now over time now to get back in The saddle before sunset’s glow fades and Becomes caped in darkest night