Morning star

Morning star,
Gleams over me.
Like cloak over the bars of the soul,
Overflows.

Through the darkness it fells,
Through the shadows,
In the black it extends,
Eternal dance
That of solace feeds the soul.

The calm in between the war,
That as eternal joy,
Go and return,
But stills.

Belligerent love,
Conflict that expands,
That without, nothing would be,
Just flesh, bone and tears.
Just unspoken guilt and pain.