Syllable after syllable...
Love flows from a desperate heart
Into the crisp, tense atmosphere.
Rivers could not compare.
The chains disintegrate;
Ash flies to the nearest patch of crumpled soil;
Sprinkles fall from the sky at a snail's pace.
Twinkling bells enter a lost soul;
The aroma of old books clouds the mind.
Letter after letter...
Hope falls onto the dilapidated, decaying rose;
Heaven's tears disrupt distasteful anticipation.
Lightning bugs entangle the darkness,
Choking out the last thoughts of death.
Growth ensues, beauty arrives.
Oh the possibility of happiness!
Oh the probability of a second chance!