a meandering mess of a poem I couldn't bring myself to change... Dawn

Urgent chirps,
sweet, sad songs --
morning birds bring news of you, love.

And so I speak vast thoughts
into this void between us, this chasm,
and believe
you will know I know
and will allow me to hold you through it,
even from the other side of what
used to be your life.

You have been asleep
but will awaken
to the sound of urgent chirps
turned to chipper conversations
and long-lost melodies that remind you
of life in another key.

You stand now and face
this ominous fork in the road.
With a maestro's grand sweep, you must
lay everything on the line, with swift downstroke
move confidently, following note by note
to the place where a symphony of hope swells
within you and around you.

You will sing again, love, and move like music itself
into waiting spaces. And when we meet
in that place where music lives,
we will dance again
and marvel
at the urgent chirps
and sweet sad songs that led us
to build the bridge upon which we will stand.
Until then I will breathe into the heart of all this pain
and soothe this silence with my love.