First dawn of spring dissolves the crusted night

of wintry gloom. This world, a coloured veil

unrent but rippling in the solar gale,

obscures yet hints of Kosmos' layered light:

the cup of endless blue holds stars unseen,

awash in tides of bird-song, scent and air;

pale barnacles, black mussels, minnows' stare

all gleam beneath the water's emerald sheen.

Within this bliss, a heart of sorrow beats.

But nestled in the sadness Someone sleeps.

A shaft of gold illuminates Her bed.

The chamber glows, warmth spreads across the sheets.

Spring breeze dispels the stillness that She keeps -

Love wakes and smiles, that seemed, yet was not dead.