Toward The Heart Poem by Eleonora Woods

In loneliness and solitude when other eyes are absent
There seems to be not a connection between heart and hand.
No one to catch the lonely gesture to the bottle and forgetfulness. No presence to prevent the shadows hunting the forbidden grounds of failure and fiasco which seem endless in the twilight between sun and moon when one goes down and one goes up to shine on one outstanding figure stark against the plain unyielding pain.
It is in this our twilight waiting for the night with all it's million stars that we must shine ourselves, out of sheer helplessness, to beacon in the soul towards the heart