Elliot
Canto XXII
Beating
Pulsing
Drawing us closer
Heart in the darkness
Heart in my chest
Singular rhythm
Synchronous sound
The voices are gathering
All around
Waiting for something
To come to pass
To finally fullfill
A forgotten task
At last there’s a light
Fire too weak to fight
A small star of hope
In an endless night
My friend picks it up
And tucks it away
“This is the key
To the realm of day”
A Life in Poems 