Shining Through
Pure love hung shining,
like a chandelier,
a bright branch of stars,
above me, so clear.
Slow spinning prisms
mesmerized my eye,
reflecting colours
of a sunset sky.
And then I woke,
and then I knew,
love would come
shining through.
Dark waves were rising,
and my sails were torn,
cradled in dying,
as when I was born.
White wings came flying,
as my hope fell down,
saved me from waters
where lone hearts may drown.
And then I woke,
and then I knew,
love would come
shining through.