Out Of The Shadows Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

Love is philosophical
enchanting, surrounding
an inexplicable; it, most
likely to be to each, as a candle
set embraced of the abstract. In
your own words, love is of gratitude
in the joining of hands; love is of
freedom in its welcoming glow.
Love is the hope of life, the
power, and the charm. Love
is as exhilarating as the thrills
of one being found; when one is lost.
Love is within my dreams, the sentient
being, the one rose falling that my soul
chooses to chase. Love is in my eyes for
you; as I, change the colours of every
natural rainbow displayed in the clearest
skies… Love therefore, gives new life to all
light, gives might to will, allows forever; to
express itself in a most profound logic
that is at times most illogical. Love is
as IAM, belonging to fire, a whole
new world; changed and freed, letting
every tomorrow speak, to that magnificent
once ‘we' possess… euphoric… that trace of
everything. An all-inclusive journey to be as a
lifetime's fallen mirror wherein its shadowy
edges hide that substance, which is willing
to draw you thrillingly; out of the shadows.