John Lawless Poet Verse

There is Darkness at the Edge of Love

So thus, the flaming red gives way to pink
As words that touched a heart now coldly sting
For love, poor bastard of a thousand nights,
Lays spent upon the failing lilt of wit

It has not died yet withers on thin vines
Beneath the pagan sky of winter’s hope
Kneels now before the tilted stones of dread
Awaits a passing shadow’s flaming heart

For there is darkness at the edge of love
An empty place where smold’ring embers cool
And dreams, that cry in memory of stones
And shadow’s that have failed to lead them home

For love is but the longing of two hearts
Its darkness where it ends, not where it starts

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Lin Lane December 21, 2023 at 7:06 AM You're absolutely right, John. One wonders... how can anything so full of light and hope tumble into a dark abyss when it fades from red to pink. But it gives a reason to write tragic love stories in ink.

Jerry Brotherton December 18, 2023 at 5:54 PM A magnificent verse my friend.

Sigrid Ermine December 18, 2023 at 5:50 PM Aptly expressed! Enamoured with your Verse, John. Superb imagery, just lovely writing, - captures the ebb, lament, the nature of change. John Lawless December 19, 2023 at 12:28 PM Thanks for stopping to read and comment Sigrid