Six Months Ago

was not entirely a happy time...

They circle as packs of wolves
Or ambulances on this wet night
Invisible, immune to the threats that plague
And so out in this gloom, beyond the ice and dark and fog
Lies some haven protected by light
And visible from far
A harbor, sanctuary
From all your fears and woes
Made right only by this bed, this heart
This winter, she froze
This spring, he rose
Waiting still, hopeless, but hoping for a
Miracle.