Dark Poet (A Love Story)


(For Cassia and Francois)

When the dark leaks in
to tear holes in souls
and the dreaming
becomes more like drowning.
Reach forth a hand
and you will understand
that shadows can also enfold you.

When joy is jolted
and contentment has bolted
into treacherous places
more worrisome than
a worry stone.
Then lean your head sideways
and contemplate highways
that lead back into my loving.

Just always be knowing
no matter where your heart is going,
deep darkness or blessed bright,
inside your hand
lies a pathway back.
The warmth of something breathing
ever gentle beside you
alive despite the danger of your worry.


 

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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