Soon the daffodils will dance,
Rising from sun kissed dew.
Soon the Bees and Wasps will march,
Yearning for your cider.
Three of four new moons to go,
Till all our friends are beside us.
Returning...
Battled and bruised.
Some lost...
In time we will rebuild,
Forget the never ending ticking of our clocks.
Fuelled by love.
Each moment,
Honoured.
Like never before.
Euphoric freedom,
Enchanted soon our smiles,
Revelling in relief.
Making up for lost time,
Beings in grace.
Reclaiming our lives,
Finally finding our place.
Things will move on,
As they always do.
With fresh perspectives.
A new taste for life.
Such sweet delights await us.
Soon.