Awakened

Its been months since I chose to turn my back,

Shut out your love which like the glowing sun,

Constant over the long Artic summer,

Called me home from above your horizon.

I wasn't afraid that your sun would set,

The last rays leaving me cold in the dark,

For it wasn't like a spoken promise,

Words washed away without leaving a mark.

I opened up in parts to the light,

Pouring in through the skylight you had restored,

Chasing away shadows from the corners

Where the mirror to my thoughts lay ignored.

Brushing aside the dust of my mistrust,

I found outlined in that once polished glass,

A reflection of what you must have felt,

Of unasked questions you had let me pass.

Together we will unearth those answers

Inside the garden you have just planted,

My frozen wastes that were barren transformed,

As I now too want what you have wanted.