Love Is Coming Poem by Alan Strand

The water in the placid bay
Is but a black mirror
Reflecting a miscellany
Of Christmas and street lights
From the opposite shoreline
With only slight ripples
To distort
The inverted luminations.

I breathe in
The cold crisp air
And I taste
The sweetness in it,
For I feel
That Love is coming my way
For she draws out
A dormant dimension
Of being in me
That is almost palpable.

I truly hope now
That I can accept her
With open arms
And with an unshielded heart
For I have stood alone and naked
On these same dark shores
While I was healing
For far too long.

I remember the times
When this darkness
Consumed me
Trapping my pain
In a hopeful but forlorn shell
But now I can see
And feel the beauty
That the black waters hold
Because I know
That Love is coming
And she is lighting up my heart
And firing up my body.

I patiently await for her
To come for me.

(For Christiane, while sitting in my car at Rocky Point,2003/12/18 0050 hours.)