the sun does rise

all of the hurt
sad anger
tearful frustration
misunderstanding
with a spot of luck
perchance a stream
of confused tears
an earnest conversation
wrongs may be righted
balm soothed over
a heart's wounds
after quaking
in beloved arms
sometimes breaking
then being glued
back together
shows a strength
in adoration
whose existence
was unfathomable
only a short time before

when you can pick up
shattered bits of ego
sweep them up
only to be forgotten
replacing them
with openness
burning need
to make it all right
with the universe
that is your cherished one
if you should be
anything like this
wholly enamoured wench
the sun will rise
all in due time
the darkest moments
will lighten slightly
and in this new dawn
a fresh path laid ahead
one must not rush
but savor life's experience