I am the last whisper of a dream
That lingers as dawn starts to beam
Delicate, but more than what I seem
An oyster which reveals its pearly gleam

Not a day goes by
That my heart doesn’t whisper your name
You are woven into the fabric of me
You’re a strand in my DNA

Please don’t leave me destitute
Standing here without you
Please don’t walk away
Forgive my aching plea,
I hate the smell of desperation on my skin
I despise the long fall from standing straight
To the depths of sinking to my knees before you
Heed the cry of my soul to yours
Have mercy on this yearning heart
Don’t cast me away from you

The deep hum of the days before spring
An orchestra tuning before their instruments sing
I could float forever in the in-between
Flower buds and birds are resonating
So loud it reaches the earths ceiling

Hear again, the refrains of Spring
A whisper, the quiet promise of rebirth
This symphony of resurrection
Brings a similar renaissance within me
I too, am made new

An ocean of fire
Baptize me
In your desire

Some transformations are slow and beautiful
Like a butterfly
Breaking through its chrysalis
But some transformations are gritty and fiery
Like a phoenix
Emerging from its own ashes