a sachet of sunshine

(this is about a meeting with someone and my soft awakening after. about my tryst with my soul.)

memories of a season cold
sprouted on snow,
that I struggle to shovel.

at my door, for a second
a sachet of sunshine stops

disrupting my slumber,
erupting emotions,
this rendezvous.

at crossroads,
soul seeking soul
not looking but longing
with a helpless urge to misstep
i stand still.
you hold my hand
onto this dreamy dreaded path
onto plentiful profound possibilities,
again!
flowers, fairy tales, fears...

a tantalizing trance
love has been.
yet another bud in my garden?
blooming over the buried roses?

frowning at my frail heart
that longs forever
bowing to my brave heart
that quits never
clarity, I wake up to
as I unravel
this sachet of sunshine