Those were the halcyon days
purpled and seared by love
when I veered towards the unknown
like a wounded bird
until I found you, friend,
and you listened
to my sighs.
From the dark
I came to your arms,
sought shelter from the icy winds.
I came to life in your hands.
I rose to joy from the torrents.
No one can understand
what I owe you, love.
What I owe you is more
than calm in the storm
or an escape from the waves.
It is the oneness
after a fearsome night
underneath a luminous sky.
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