Like a Dandelion Pushing Through Concrete

In the midst of danger and pain,

in the midst of cruelty and fear,

strangely when you come near

it seems there is no bar, no lock, no chain.

In the midst cruelty and fear

our eyes meet and our every word,

we know, is finally heard.

You grow daily more dear.

Our eyes meet and our every word

becomes poetry, becomes heart-song.

We are home to each other, we belong

in each other’s eyes and voice. It is good.

Becomes poetry, becomes heart-song –

in the midst of danger and pain –

this secret discourse, this tricky terrain:

all is well even where everything is wrong.

In the midst of danger and pain,

in the midst of cruelty and fear,

strangely when you come near

it seems there is no bar, no lock, no chain.

For the catena rondo form challenge at Poetic Asides. Except, now it's done, I perceive that I have got the rhyme scheme a bit wrong and it's not really a catena rondo ... not quite. A catena rondo variation, perhaps!

Also sharing with Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Love

It's Valentine's Day. I remember and celebrate someone I loved in difficult circumstances.