The First Flush Of Love

The first shower of rain,
My parched existence sings again.
Cleansing the fiber of my soul
Sprouting the blossoms of hope.

The first wave of desire,
Awakening me to dreams anew.
Every little whisper like a song,
Every stolen glance,
Oh! A potent brew!

The first kiss!
Time stands still.
Moment frozen,
A memory framed.

The first heartbreak,
Like a cloudburst
Menacing, fierce, yet
A quite deluge.
Not asking for respite,
Nor seeking refuge.

The first death of hope.
Leaving at its wake,
Some still born dreams.
Abortive attempts to revive
Poor, lifeless beliefs…