New Light Calls

night has a transparency

imagined or real,

a place before

filaments of light

illuminate horizon,

each beckoning breath

in solitude,

gives darkness an edge

that is solid,

visibility heightens

the heart quickens,

memory a chequered

blanket unfurled

portraits on the retina

in time long exposed

to attributes of being

amongst life,

intimacy a vagrant

of the heart,

wandering far from the only

mortal fixture,

only solace to find a soul

who could be enveloped

in the passage of your

time and find greatness

there,

a greatness beyond the

limits of life and its

restrictive boundaries,

a life to be condemned

to be painfully short,

yet where a soul nourished

that existence and gave

passion surrendered,

all that came within darkness

was new light