I was lost in the darkness
A tunnel of no love
Groping, stumbling, grasping onto spider-thread
Vainly hoping this home-spun silken net
Would bare my waiting soul to the world
And carry me closer to the light
Where someone – no ordinary Jo – would be waiting.
No web of intrigue this, just open weave
Clear, strong and clinging to the hope that this time
The light is more than just a reflection of my rekindled desire
Dancing mockingly back at me from a double-glazed expression.
A brightness is filling this still dark void
Your voice is light, but does it carry a torch for me?
It so often dims only to dazzle
Like the beam from a lighthouse, always shining, but not always at me.
Is your glow a welcome – or a warning
Or just your dying embers of my once hearty fire?