Where? Poem by Joshua Griffiths

Oh where is that flame to light the fire of my soul,
Like cast iron wanting for a spark from the forge,
Fit to gorge on the silver lined substance of my whole -
A goal that flickers so in the remissive shining of the moon?

Oh where is that flame to light the fire of my soul,
Who, with me like a foal from its mother's womb,
So journeyed Into the gloom of this sluggish and lightless world?

It can't be seen amidst a sea of suits from skyscrapers high,
Nor can it be found in the ocean depths or along the steps that
March up mountains to the sky,
Unless be it there where you lie,
For when I have nothing my heart it holds something...
And I think that something is you.

29/11/2009