No longer do I wander.

She speaks to me in vibrancies
I've never known,
and slowly, the gray fades
from my skin.

I've seen glimpses of the
world through her,
her heart - a telescope of
agony and pain and carnage,
yet such wounds never
dim her spirit.

There is music in her
presence; songbirds
trail her shadow.
She composes me into
the fullest bloom,
an ever-growing garden.

The restless nights
are fewer now;
she is in every note
of the wind,
every hue on the horizon

and I finally can rest,

knowing her melodies
heal the grief stirring
in my bones.