stirring the echoes
I feel something,
shimmering, stirring, little sprinkles of light on a cold heart.
It’s spring again and I’ve learned to fly anew, each sweet nothing whispered, a gust of wind under wings long thought broken.
Every day the light grows longer and the sun warmer and I thaw with every smile, every slight look and twinkle in eyes long dark.
I awake.
Keep it real kids,
❤ ry