Resurrected

she kept passing me,

in the dark,

like a shadow

the sun forgot to erase.

but I felt her

like a warmth

ready to rise,

a dead man

using hope

to resuscitate,

and I've waited

years to see the dawn,

to see her rise

beyond the bend,

to see her prove that

love beyond grasp,

can scale the earth,

can trace my steps,

can find me

long after I see it fade.

and the spin of the globe

becomes the rhythm,

that my heart makes,

when it dances at the

sight of her,

when the future

has no night,

and the pain chasing me,

becomes a shadow

before her face.