Saturday, October 29, 2011

light a little light down here

The whirling circle of the sacred year,

Returns me to the place where we began,

Familiar sights and sighs meet eye and ear,

Road markers on a path I did not plan.

Each bench is now a home to lingering shades

Which summon smiles and memories of light

That pierced our armor, leveled our blockades.

Your flame and mine unite to face the night,

Entwining youths: two souls, two lips both meet.

But candles sizzle out, smothered by night

And winter’s cold conquered love’s tender heat.

Our story but an interlude of light-

A tale cut short- it had but just begun

Will new dawn break or has the darkness won?

No comments:

Post a Comment