A Hard Vocation Poem by DM W

Once there was bold childhood vision:
Memorable light & colour.
Then there was icy darkness,
That lasted for many years.
Then there was you with your dreaming
That melted the frost of the past.
But that itself is now long ago
And I realise in the rose pink dawn
That you were only a brief light
Between two dark eternities.
My vocation is my refuge:
To put germane words to my pain.
My only claim on consciousness
Is but the shadow of a rose.