Blackest Sorrow Lightest Dawn

[Kikuyu_Black_Paws]

I wait for love to come to me,

It never finds its way,

I wait for joy to circle me,

It's always dashed away.

I wait for grief to leave me be,

It lingers like a ghost,

I wait for anything at all,

I wait for what is most.

I wait for heart to touch my heart,

I wait for palm to palm,

I wait for dark to flee away,

I wait for any song.

I wait for light to sing my way,

It can't come past the dark,

I wait for dawn in disarray,

It never makes its mark.

 

But while in darkness shadows round,

Chain me with dark fears,

He came alone through all the Wild,

Of bloodshed and black tears.

He was love that came to me,

That had always found its way,

He was joy that circled me,

That was never dashed away,

He forced all my grief to flee,

No longer like a ghost,

He was everything at all,

Was what I wanted most.

He took his heart and touched my heart,

His hands in palm and palm,

He made the darkness flee away,

He gave me my first song,

He was light to sing my way,

He came past the dark,

He came for me in disarray,

And left a lasting mark.

[Guest Phoenix]

this almost made me cry

it touches so close to how i've felt at times recently

 

it felt bittersweet somehow

i dont know if thats just because i havent found someone like the person in the poem obviously has

 

but it seemed like the echoing of the first stanza in the second was a sort of tribute to the experiences that the subject had gone through to get to this point

 

i went through all of this - and it was worth it

 

*chuckles*

i might be reading far too much into it

 

either way its a beautiful poem