call to arms: a soul’s prayer

the warming spectre
of love devours
the end
of hope.

and,
like drops of nostalgia
glistening across the emerald waves
of my past,
these sun-blessed miracles glisten
and
sparkle
once more.

anticipation
rings
through this hollow chest,
filling it with love-
song,
and
so much
more.

are you ready?