It all stopped when I saw you for the first time.
There was longing and agony and loneliness and woe.
Worry, and strife, and a struggle to find what I am.
Hardship and sweat, pushing a boulder uphill eternal,
Never lasting joy, never enduring happiness.
I knew nothing of what life could be, what love is.
I knew nothing of laughter and lighthearted play.
Things long forgotten arose, awakened, stirred anew.
Things lost to the river of tears that marked time in me, found.
All the hurt stopped.
All the darkness cleared.
All the storm stilled.
All the wind, whining in the eaves and through branches and limbs
grew quiet, from tempest to zephyr.
The seas still rage. The winds howl.
I have found safe harbor, calm port, placid shores.
It all stopped when I saw you.
Happy Birthday, Vanessa.