Rounds as spheres reflect the sun
Revolve since time began
A word beget in light beyond
Our wisdom and our tears
This then the silent melody
The music only heard
By ears untuned to earthly things
Were silence seldom roams
Across the reaches space and time
Have come to know our ways
The shadows cast before our steps
Were taken into thee
These the days and hours spent
Longing for the light
The darkest hour came to be
In dreams before the dawn
So these mere words
Could grace the page
And in the eye behold
Some message from this bard
Who left eternity to seek
The fires of the heart
In precious days on bended knee
The beauty of her love
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So many images of light and dark and shadows ending with fires of the heart. Well done!
This is how we come to be – how we long to return – Thanks!
It sprung from some recent work by Linda Willows – I had told her I would share the way I felt love seeks itself – glad you found that in these words !
Not at all, and likewise… 😉
A surprise ending and happy at the turn. Lovely work. (((hugs)))
A journey through the night … Thank you!
Watch out for those dark dreams.I recognize them too!
Yes, they can haunt or they can guide – it is our choice … Thank you!
When I read this poem, I thought about this art I’ve been following focused on a love between a fire character and a wax character. Together they make a candle, but as the fire continues to burn, the wax begins to melt. An unfortunate love? Regardless, they loved and were loved back.
The candle and the flame are perfect analogies …How can there be fire without something being consumed – Thanks for sharing!
He crosses the desert of night and would do it yet again
for love. =)
And will, again and again, returning to know her beauty …