On the mornings rise

In the hush of night's embrace,
Where smoke and rain converge,
A story etched in scars and grace,
Unfolds with every urge.

With a heart of steel and eyes aglow,
I drift away to find,
Where the child within still longs to grow,
And leave its doubts behind.

And on the winds of morning's call,
A new dawn rises bright,
With newborn gusts that soar and soar,
And leave the past in sight.

So rise, my love, and feel the gale,
That breathes new life within,
And bask in this spring's epic tale,
That makes you pure and clean.

For in my soul, a clarion rings,
A battle cry that's true,
And I am steadfast in my wings,
That I will see it through.

Like raging rivers, wild and bold,
That surge and ebb with might,
So shall the pain that we behold,
Be conquered by our light.

And when the child within you blooms,
And finds its voice at last,
I'll still be here, a steadfast moon,
To light your way so fast.

So soar, my love, and chase the stars,
That guide you to your dreams,
Beyond the meeting of sky and sea,
Is the will of the heart supreme.

And though we may be worlds apart,
Our love will still remain,
A flame that warms all hearts,
And echoes in the rain.