Her mind had set its course.
Heart driven to find what had been buried by time, wasting.
The sweet brightness within her that never dimmed, but waited.
Having learned from morning that night’s bitter cold never destroyed,
And that darkness only fell to reintroduce light.
So, with the weight of night still fresh within her senses,
the memory of a thousand mornings woke what was left of idle passion,
and pressed her heart to move.