I usually write poems that are more on the comedic side. I thought I would try something a bit different. I’m not a romantic at all, and to be honest this poem did make me feel a little nauseated re all the love stuff. Enjoy!
They often think me distant,
a cold unfeeling orb.
Forever in the depths of night,
the darkness I absorb.
My distance from them is immense,
a great and far divide.
A pale and distant source of light,
the comfort I provide.
I look upon them from above,
I see all that they do.
Though in the darkness deeds are done
I wish I never knew.
They use the cloak that night provides
to mask and to conceal,
the blackness that is in their hearts,
remorse they do not feel.
And in these times I wish I had
the power to destroy.
To stop the grief, the fear and pain,
end evil plots and ploys.
But then I see a beam of light
that pierces shadows deep,
and warms my cold and silver heart
and shakes it from its grief.
I see new life enter the world,
a mother’s painful cry
is echoed by a new born babe,
a family multiplied.
A young one sits, sad and alone,
seems no-one wants to know.
Another comes to sit by them,
a friendship starts to grow.
A man whose home is on the street
feels life is cruel, unfair.
A kind word and some pocket change
lets him know that some still care.
A smitten man his heart is full,
gets down on bended knee.
A young girl who is full of love
shouts “Yes!” with giddy glee.
Although my time is always spent
in darkness not in light,
when I observe how people love
my pale glow burns bright.