I was the bud
before the blossom
the strength within the seed
a vision there of meadows in the sun
swirling cups of red and gold
perfume of a kingdom
dancing spires of swans
before the lake

I was breath
before the being
spirit of the song
was music played –
so seldom could you hear
my orchestra of lullabies
the breeze between the storms
the bending birch
as lowly fell to prayer
before amen

I was light
before the daybreak –
a flame to torch the dark
a candle somewhere burned
to guide you home –
atop the hill
beyond the veil –
wherever you were lost
forgotten now the reason
you were gone

I was rain
before the waters rose –
a thirst before the drink
tides beneath an ocean
where you sank –
when left alone
without the truth –
to be your northern star –
I was the map
within your hand
you couldn’t read

I was a voice
before you noticed –
remembered to your dreams
a rhythm much the same
to match your stride –
a pendulum of promise
returning love to life –
I was the place
where you were going –
before you knew
my light