Die Zeit

If one is lucky, very, there comes

A time in life of transforming

When the mottled self shakes and

Falls away and the new is reborn

Its senses vibrant, its skin softened

Becoming, again, whilst alive.

The time is a wonder, its rays

Light the night and send the dust

Motes spinning an ever climbing spiral

To their pinnacle and I am anew

With the dreams that once lived on the

Other shore now here, with me, again.

In this time I am lucky, lucked

Beyond belief, for the dread chaos

That shook me from my reverie.

The trauma and the turmoil and the

Seething pit of drama, it was the

Catalyst for a new life promised me.

So I thank, my dear, for the love we

Once lost, for the strife and the torn

Up bitter heart. I do not love now

But am grateful beyond belief,

Such that, when I see you again

I hold you dear tight.