A very old proverb says:
"It is always darkest before dawn."
It's always darkest before dawn,
your world weary, old and dark,
dreams die and fade away,
and all of life is stark.
take heart in gentle love,
for she waits within the wings,
and where she walks
and song birds softly sing.
though you cannot see her,
she weaves a silken touch,
leaving footprints in the sand,
sprinkling kisses, smiles and such.
lighting the dampened corridors,
the dark corners of your mind,
leaving you breathless, wondering,
bewildered by her kind.
goodness glints in her brown eyes,
in the sweet smell of her warmth,
the world is softly fading,
hope anew has filled your arms.
her head upon your chest
her warmth no longer shunned,
you share a spoken silence,
and the two of you are one." elle & friend