My soul lived at the light’s edge
that pooled in the night
on the bleak back streets
of the sad brokenhearted
I hid in the anguish
of the loveless who cowered
in the dark nightmare alleys
where true love hides lost
this was my heartscape
black as mid-winter night
a lightless horizon
no seeming glimmer of hope
trusting was toxic
no foothold for real love
relations were carnage
scattered forgotten and cold
’til a beautiful being
eyes brilliant and true
approached from afar
bearing tinder of love
the gentle encounter
was deftly ignited
and patiently kindled
the smolder lovingly stoked
afraid to come forward
I held back from the flame
but your kindness drew me
to the inner-mounting fire
then with passion it roared
its light pierced my blackness
its heat thawed my soul
my cold heart was warmed
you wrapped yourself ‘round me
gazed into my eyes
your kiss soft and serene
was the essence of healing
with you in my life
it was darkness removed
radiant and rising
like starting over
love vital and caring
my spirit renewed
illuminated wholly
by a new dawn of dreams
like two virgins meeting
you mothered new vision
a stand for the truth
a chance to know peace
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rob kistner © 2022
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse