The Arc Light Of Your Soul Poem by Mark Heathcote

Shines in my face but now I've lost all my sight
Trying to remember you and your roving hair
The outline of your face
And all that slender framework of gliding grace.

I dream and use my other senses
Where Goosebumps lick back on an internal smile
Thanking God you were mine.
Your arc light welds us closer where illusion is sweeter
Then having, eyes piercing the sides of the northern lights.

But as with all illusionary thoughts, my sight returns
And the arc light of your soul gives out
Is gone leaving only the memories of its lingering
And now, I‘m not so young, life's become
Like a bog myrtle repellent of the midges kissing.

But I still harbour an arc light in my heart
Like never before the golden sun shone
Or the moon cratered where we began to grow.
So, there is no leaving now the dark
That's left by the arc light of your illusionary soul.