In silent shadows cast by lamplight flame
some rhyming lines revealed a poet’s art
and on the darkened parchment they became
the birthing pains within this lover’s heart.
As he described his passion at that time
his intellect divided in two ways –
the first a thoughtful, fact-filled paradigm
the other held impassioned words ablaze.
A playful, youthful struggle it began
but reason choked the life from artist’s bliss;
in time the poet changed from boy to man
and sadly buried rhymes in soul’s abyss.
As years passed by he dodged his passion’s pleas
and so, within his life, romance was missed,
denying self so others he could please,
his brokenness continued to persist.
Although he was loved dearly by his wife,
she, in her way, denied the depths of him.
Within the weary path of lonely life,
a glowing ember – Hope – began to dim.
In living life’s tempestuous ascent,
the victories had piled before his throne.
Before his life’s blood was completely spent
he tired of always feeling so alone.
One day a crooked path showed him a way
and with a pen he rode a beam of light
into his mind and heart of yesterday,
and answering his passion, he took flight.
Forgone were what conclusions that he’d find,
the soul he felt was lost he might redeem,
reflecting on the past within his mind,
his heartbeat sang as he recalled his dream.
In time he sought a sanctuary site,
the freedom in his heart improved his view,
he found the perfect place where he could write
and there a loving Muse returned he knew.
His poetry awakened deafened ears
and speaking from his heart with every word,
she taught him how to write about his tears,
with thoughts of yesterday, his heart was stirred.
The lines he wrote were meaningful and pure;
with rhythm, rhyme and reason from his soul,
his poetry to her would reassure,
and through his love of her, she made him whole.
From there returning to his palace grand
cut deeply bloodied holes within his heart,
he couldn’t stay for none would understand
why he had watched his kingdom fall apart.
A helpless, thoughtful dreamer still can see,
though blinded by the passion of romance,
the kingdom must be saved – he is not free
to follow dreams across the bridge of chance.
The depth of him her heart will always know,
this pilgrimage will tell from where he came,
though love awaits him where he cannot go,
they both know that their lives won’t be the same.