Some love we want

To the landscape of your soul,
as it lack perspective....
like the unknown soldier,
with wings,
broken,
 lost in a haystack somewhere searching  out a heart  to pierce

By the hairs' nap of shadows taunting, where the setting of the sun is,
may some love find you with warmth where you  stand
there,... near the point of vanishing,
in the remnants of light

Just so you know before in darkness you die,
The horizon.

Should love,
ever be so inclined to touch your good ear of choice,
then let the silence be broken with utterance  upon the textures of your listening to impose an embrace of understanding from your innermost hearing also,
there, in the twilight, where hangs my hope still ,
as the bright light evening star that shines above you and all of your despair,
  and let it cause an echo that resonate,
to be that lasting beat upon your drum,
to find and warm that dark, cold, soundless grave within.

© 2016
KS