My Heart

Is still on fire.

Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

I look into your soul my love
My heart is still on fire
Your presence is the flower of
An aerialist balanced up on the high wire.

I teeter, and I’m swaying
I fear that I might fall
I hear your voice now saying
Be drawn by my enthral.

Your whispering voice calls me
From the pages I have read
The chapters of my life flee
My soul is eating bread.

Days when I have lost you
Of peaks I’ve never reached
The nights of pitch-black hue
When the fortress walls were breached.

My soul is now laid bare
My blood is on my hands
Is my heart beyond repair?
Left, on the tidal sands.

Or is there still a light
Flickering in my soul
A memory that’s still insight
To fill my empty bowl.

I’ve loved you through this lost summer
And as winter stretches her fingers
Faint beats from a distant drummer
Your love in my heart lingers.

I’m mesmerised and calling you
Across the windswept ranges
My Lily if you only knew
The subtlety of these exchanges.

©

David Rudder
2024

Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.