The heart draws near,
submitting as it falls.

Vessels filled with light unfurl,
pulsating into pockets prior unseen.

Illuminating them briefly,
a kaleidoscope of colors swirl.

Warmth wakes life there,
begging to be beheld

darkness clots,
circulation ceases,
color fades,
cold settles.

Enshrouded again,
life longs for reviving rays.

Just one beam
would ignite fire and vigor.

But first,
the heart must rise and fall again.