So…when will it begin?
She asked, in the silence of inside currents
so wide they could penetrate any order.
I was perplexed, yet intrigued to get to know her.
She sat beside me,
touching my heart, and all went dark.
He came in the winter, and left in spring.
I did not know when.
He made me strong, he made me see,
what had to be done.
And then Life flourished,
like anticipated.
The Mystical Poet 