Mirrors of solitude held within release a shimmer
when eyes overﬂowing by love's purest gaze creates
in us a painter divine; and so, we swathe our silhouettes with adoration
what there is to love beneath ﬁery ﬂesh tossed and tainted by aches.
Once our hearts become distinct to another's glance,
we begin to envision more truth than we ever knew,
more laughter than we ever imagined possible
upon this isle of sorrow -
we shed the skin of cynicism, rise up into the sun's warmth,
embrace wisdom with new songs written within rhythms
of our now synchronized hearts.
We ﬁnally befriend our own natures
and weave light away from shadow's grasp.