Here I lived at light’s edge
that pooled in the night
on the bleak winter’d streets
of the sad brokenhearted
I hid in the anguish
of the loveless who cowered
in the dark nightmare alleys
of lost love departed
I fed on the grief
of the ravens that wailed
in the brittle bare branches
of tangled dead promise
this was my heartscape
black as mid-winter night
lightless and leafless
no sun shone above
’til a sad beautiful being
eyes lonely — but true
approached from afar
stirring something remembered
the kindled encounter
saw desire’s spark ignite
long neglected — unexpected
a flame flickered in the embers
afraid to come forward
I held outside the glow
but your tenderness drew me
stirring thoughts of sweeter days
your light pierced my darkness
your warmth thawed my soul
your passion stoked love’s coals
my frozen heart burst to blaze
it was love come
to incinerate my blues
there was nothing I could do
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rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
Creative writing at: Poets & Storytellers