For a moment,
Frozen in the window of my soul.
Immersed in a disquieting vision.
Knowing I will never see you again.
The moon quivers in the morning ecstasy
Red roses dance with reflective dewdrops
Heaven’s knowledge and eternity held
In the rapture or a wanderer’s anguish.
The passion shall escape
While the past,
Is bleached invisible.
You gaze at
The unfeigned light
Walking out determined
From your world.
Knowing how it feels
To be broken
And have a black hole
On your timeline.
Living between all boundaries
the light is always within grasp
winding through the face of another.
Entangled in the capsule of darkness
waiting to move forward in love
and paint a new beginning.
Carl Scharwath has appeared globally with 150+ journals selecting his poetry, short stories, interviews, essays, plays or art photography. His photography was featured on the cover of 6 journals. Two poetry books ‘Journey To Become Forgotten’ (Kind of a Hurricane Press) and ‘Abandoned’ (ScarsTv).
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