I held your hand in liberty
I held your hand in chains
I walked a mile in your shoes
and walked them back again
The bruises round the wrists
The callous upon the sole
Brought meaning to my bliss
as life itself waxed old
I drove to places dark
that once held light inside your eyes
I uncovered the last eternal spark
The one that never dies
You whispered in the night
when I decided to take my leave
and something that you said
helped me hold my waning beliefs
A wrinkle on your cheek
was a smile enough for me
and a teardrop in its lines
nearly brought me to my knees
Love is an artist's illusion
until it stares you in the face
then it's a force unbridled
in an uncomfortably familiar place
YOU ARE READING
The Nautilus
PoesíaWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
