I want my words to arc like the cathedral’s highest ceiling,
to refract light in the silent darkness,
broken only by the shiver of a candle’s flame.
I want my words to bring you back to a summer day
When the road ahead seemed reckless and unattainable,
And you didn’t care – because this day would never come.
I want my words to remove the shadow of rejection and sorrow
The years have cloaked you in, so that you can appreciate
What you have, and not mourn what you did without.
But most of all, I want my words to ignite a spark,
To make you move, to foster love, to help you shed the doubt
That has weighed you down for so long.