Michaela
My Dayspring
Cold had grown my life, bitter ice and shorn
Pain cloaked it like a gray dusk without morn
The long and loveless winter took its callous toll
I weathered winds from eastward and their scorn
And then the currents faltered and sweetly broke the dawn
And frozen lashes fluttered in disconcerting sun
A warming hand took my hand as the sky turned gold and blue
We stood laved in sunrise and twilight's presence was withdrawn
Walking in the gloaming you brought a candle flame
Looked on me with clear eyes and spoke my truest name
I could not but answer, could not but take you to my heart
Embrace and make you welcome and your soul sustain
Bright as any beacon your piercing spirit shines
You're the star of morning on the far horizon's line
And the constellation my fingers know by touch
Center of my ardor, incandescent, peerless, mine.