Flawed Souls
Not in the grandeur of regrets
Is satisfaction felt
In sinking heat of wet sunsets
Drunk on the penitent's dry wine
Spirits of Van Gogh left
In blues, anonymously signed
Frigid water was mine to row
Unseen at the flood's end
A black hole bringing a rainbow
Devoid of friend or tribe or peer
I found, in you, my home
And faith in love that outlasts fear
As isolation's bitter darks
Melted to your warm kiss
Hope opened like wings of monarchs
The heart that lives in you can see
Past these wounded walls to
Love the flawed soul that lives in me.
10/23/20
Writing Contest - Tercet
Sponsor: Constance La France
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