The Mending

I longed to find another's touch which held
the power to restore a tattered hope,
to reach emotions long ago dispelled
when hatred's hands secured a knotted rope.

Within my dreams I saw a brilliant flame
that wrapped itself around me in the cold.
Oh why cannot existence be the same?
Perhaps it is. It's starting to unfold.

An ally in this life and far beyond
has made his way onto the battlefield.
My injured heart is starting to respond
and with his breath of love my spirit's healed.

A miscued vow can leave a life in shreds,
but true love found will bring the mending threads.