Dawning Creations

I felt your love in the hot sting of your absence.

I followed your breadcrumb trail.

I toed the line and smashed the threshold wide open.

Touching your hand, my heart swelled so wide, I felt it would split apart before your gentle eyes.

Your eyes are so beautifully unlike mine.

There’s no storm, only still aqua waters.

I’m grateful for your place of refuge, my hand in yours.

Somehow I always knew we would find each other again.