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