Alone in the dark, a peace that feels like violence; clouds of pink mist in the air still ringing with silence. What looks like a flicker in the corner of your eye disappears when you see it but doesn't say why. You think you can hear it; it feels like defeat... footprints of a lantern fly, faintly: beat, pause, beat.

A flutter still searching for what it's already found, like teardrops still falling before they hit the ground. The moment still hanging somewhere beyond time, crystalized, frozen, encoded in rhyme. The stone by the window broke open last night, releasing the warmth it held; freeing its light.

That's just when you notice it, flittering by; a tiny winged creature taking to the sky. Defying gravity, refusing to fall, that prismed gemstone finally heard it's heart's call. Once held in the shadow of darkness and gloom, your love gave it purpose; it's starting to bloom.

In the silence that followed the soft amethyst glow, what remained was darker, rising from below. The roots of a flower still tender and green; as spring's warmth returns, so does the unseen. A mirrored lake surface carries a single black feather; a sacred scar waiting for just the right weather.

But amidst the shadow of crystalline light, a flicker returns; glowing proof of love's might. A feather-light form, unassuming, but real; reminding us of something no one can steal. Hope, like a scar that will never depart; a lone firefly landing on a dark heart.