On morning’s beginning and evening’s end,

Sunlight’s gleaming smile not foe nor friend,

I admired the dawn’s yawning face,

Held within my own arms’ cold embrace.

A warmth unfamiliar tickles my nose,

My lips now parting, my eyes unclosed.

I take the warmth for what it’s worth,

Enjoying a foreign sense of mirth.

My fingers unfurl into open palms,

Once trying noises now like psalms.

I lend the world my listening ear,

To songbirds, laughter, joy I hear.

So used to darkness and decay,

A growth in my chest now germinates.

A blooming flower, bright and true,

Something old, yet something new.

Distant grays have turned to gold,

The colors of the world unfold.

Fingertips graze my silken skin,

Born anew, alive again.

No longer overcast, my skies,

And beauty takes hold of my eyes.

Again I laugh, I cry, I feel.

It was all becoming real.