As I write these words I have composed for you

Tears cascade down these cheeks on my face

My heart, a mangled form, broken, sheared in two

From shattered bulb, love lights faded, no trace

 

A blackened void has formed within my chest

A vacant space, where thorns now cover

Where once true love dwelt, safe at rest

Temptation assaulted, with a would be lover

 

Flames of passion that once kept me warm

Ashes form where a phoenix would struggle

In the space lives a thunderous lightning storm

Two pieces of coal for heat need to cuddle

 

Why had this soul performed antisocial behaviour

Fallen for another, then twisted by her to and fro

From where was going to come this souls saviour?

Although for dark times it requires an a.s.b.o

 

Another’s love had arrived from distant shore

Brought this being to the edge with temptation

Planted affection where there was none before

Should its host benefit from any redemption?

 

Alone in an open space, feelings settle on morning dew

Downtrodden emotions lay bare, naked and raw

Baring shreds of my true love, flies a Peacock Blue

Resting on my fingertip love sneaks in as before

 

From the edge of oblivion I hear my real soul’s mate

Rescued by her kindness, her gentle hand, her love

Saving this unworthy mortal from a creaking gate

Bringing me back to life, born on winged white dove

 

 

© Phil Golding March ‘08