Great heroes turning stone to sea

Great heroes turning stone to sea
Their divine touch
the harbingers of change.

So one touch to me
brought new life
Stone turned to new hope
to new dream
of new love.

A glimpse of sun
enough to spawn new flower, bud, bloom.
one ray
enough to foster Spring in me.

But you have gone
And so has my New Day


Horizon’s see shows flurry and darkness
It comes.
Bitter stone befells again its rest.

Within, it awaits
the storm’s next eye.
Just as I await you.

When will you quiet Nature?
When will you again illuminate the lands?