One Morning in June by Tara Brewer
Breathing the night air to keep my promise to you, to forget
The water is my motion to which I stay alive
Wind as the steady beating of my heart.
Earth is but a soft caress to my broken heart
Rain is my strength to withstand the pain
Summer brings the heat of the distance
Autumn blesses with the fresh breeze to awaken my soul from the darkness
The dead of winter numbs the burden and leaves nothing
Its snow cleansing away the fire of the forgotten memories
Ice replaces the cold and softens the pull upon the whispers of time.
Your early light pierces the fog of my desperation to remember the forgotten
The spring beckons me to remember the scent of vanilla and roses
To take me back to that morning in June.
Tara Brewer