Pathways, made with swollen stones, <br /> upon lays light so lost; <br /> narrow, dark, and dreary, <br /> thorned roses, edge walk's walls; <br /> bleak, are lonely roads so trode, <br /> rough is footings cross; <br /> wails in anguish, one's soul mourns, <br /> stumbled in love's squall. <br /> <br /> Not graced by reflections, <br /> thoughts of love, impends demise; <br /> trek, of each in it unspoken, <br /> hearts soon in it, chastised; <br /> all around, worn battles torn, <br /> one's life peace, brutalized; <br /> maddening curse, in loving's thirsts, <br /> soul's purity, is bastardised. <br /> <br /> Dark, lonesome halls, <br /> within each soul, murky mind's surmise; <br /> forgotten starts, fast sparks in hearts, <br /> sadness arrow flies; <br /> torn flesh, wrought by flying hurts, <br /> truth's mind despised; <br /> pain and torment, life beholds, <br /> a sparrow's breast incised. <br /> <br /> Welling eyes, shed years of tears, <br /> on these pathways yearning; <br /> in denial, all pains so flay, <br /> sweetness, in one's soul burning; <br /> piths of love, asoak in blood, <br /> lost forever, each souls churning; <br /> face to skies, sheer tears cry, <br /> hearts seek bonds adhering. <br /> <br /> Pure light seeks, the mated streak, <br /> in any love's suited themes; <br /> waiting, that perfect match, <br /> till now, available only in dreams; <br /> hearts woo hearts, <br /> forgetful, of life's broken, empty streams; <br /> still minds fall, to such depths, <br /> hope is, in pure love's ends.<br /><br />michael walkerjohn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-lost/
