Every Time I Lose Your Love

Every time I lose your love, Every time eyes open to dreams That can't corral your quiet flame, The silent corners of what’s real Wash out, their angularity softens As before a clear night sky That has no moon or stars... Still infinity surrounds me Feels as close as my own heart beat, Its darkness surprisingly light. In this space the hum of fireflies Becomes an almost tactile force, (Possibly the sound of your breath beside me?) And so much softer than a fan knifing air, Almost like gnats trapped in your ear. So lost am I in my “little death” that The fireflies’ extinguished flash Is really the only warmth That calls me back to hope that The sun will rise again. But I suspect that all dark dreams must turn At last to song, where petals Touch is anticipated with joy, Rainfall’s coolness floats God’s ark of souls, And His promise shines in a rainbow... For always when my dreaming ends, I wake to find you there! Brian Johnston February 23, 2016