Was there a storm?
I thought that was the norm,
Until she shone through
A sun amidst the clouds sky blue,
Shimmer in her eyes
Like the sparkle over waves,
I take to the skies
With a kite
Over all the graves,
Of the living
Now rising,
To greet this beautiful light,
Is she sneaking in
Like a surprise surcharge
Or like a Danish cookie tin
Simply a mirage?
Welcome is she
Like a ship no longer lost
From the sea,
A few floods
Well worth the cost
Now merely just suds,
Long awaited was her return,
She for whom this heart still burns...
© okpoet