THIS SONG

Your heart is my light,

melodic...concerting the emergence of most noble assertions,

in the unconcealment of the darkest hour.

The vital obstacles that thwart our best inventions gesture

to our forming the bridge between solitude

and the magnitude of interest.

Whispers from the soul, rise within,

intersecting the vantage of a given goal...

reverberating in the cosmic affluence of an ambient revisitation. 

I have all but given up, I am but a husk of a man. 

I build myself from scraps of influence,

and the emptiness inside whose vacuous vocation,

forever recalibrated my direction. 

Upon paths set in amber light's guide,

I find myself wanting again,

kisses in the chaos,

to soothe the soul,

when I had for aeons never imagined possibility's actuality. 

With every day I am less complete than directed

and less sure than I am more mandated by certitude. 

In the happenstance of your evanescent concrescent whim,

I learn the stages of a new dance,

for which my arms ache,

my legs plod, and my soul withers without,

let the revolution begin.

In the hearts of lovers,

let the light cast out the darkness

to give purpose to

this song.

Poem and image © 2016 by Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder