Rebirth

My innocence was taken
from my hands and laid to rest
beneath the long blue waves
that broke one after another,
and I touched those waves one after another,
my emotions dripping
in the foam between my fingers.

The sadness of my mandolin eyes
searched for answers with my hands
buried deep in the soil, desperately
clawing for my roots,
while my words were colored
with the hue of exile,
resigned to wander from soul
to soul, home to home, with none
to truly call my own.

But now within the distant murmur
of a voice so small that she encompasses
our entire universe,
I awaken to a dawn
where the chill grasp of winter
thaws slowly from my heart

and beneath the golden glory of the sun
today
I may think of tomorrow
more than I do
yesterday.