The beam of a street lamp, a sword of light,
Honed razor sharp by the crystalline air,
Pierces the black veil: a dark moonless night
Drawn between friends and the love that they share.
Separated by shadow and sorrow,
Hearts hiding deep within walls of remorse,
Dream they might reconcile on the morrow,
But only if fate determines their course.
Neither will venture in, out of the dark,
When fear of rejection shadows their souls.
They dare not gamble that love's tiny spark,
Can rekindle fire from barely warm coals.
Fear stays their hearts, silences their voices,
To weep in darkness for fear of choices.
Mick McKellar
January 2015
To know for certain, you must choose to act.
Mick
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