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
Fantastic and love the video links what a blast from the past thanks
Thannk you, and you are most welcome AJ… 🙂
a stand for the truth
a chance to know peace
Very true Rob! They did their own thing and knocked peace right over the head to highlight the challenges!
Hank
They made their stand, but sadly, people don’t seem to get it? 😐
Such a moving piece, Rob. What would they make of the events of today I wonder.
They would be horrified, brokenhearted, but sadly not surprised. They were both familiar and sensitive to the weaknesses of the human spirit, and the shit show it seemed to create over and over. They were guardedly hopeful. Just too much bullshit in the world Keith.
https://youtu.be/dynMUeKLCOA
We chose the same prompt image.
Happy Sunday
“a lightless horizon” This image is fraught with distraught
Much?love
John admitted he was a troubled, unhappy man, until he finally met Yoko. Power to love Gillena… 😉
I picked them too, Rob. I cant imagine who John would have been had he not met Yoko. Their love story was amazing. Sigh. Have you seen the film Imagine? So beautiful. Loved your poem.
Thank you Sherry… 🙂
Gorgeous poetry, Rob. The story of John and Yoko ….. of so many others.
Thank you Helen. It’s a story of a saving love, some truly are… 🙂