Then Comes The Boom

Before the bloom  

There comes the room

Where silent roots  

Outgrow their gloom

Where moonlit wounds  

Begin to swoon

And broken birds  

Rehearse their tune

The dark is not  

A lasting doom

But fertile earth

A hidden womb

Beneath regret

Beneath the ruin

The heart keeps crafting  

Something new in

Its secret chambers  

Veiled from view

The stars break through

Then comes the boom

Not made of thunder

But made of bloom