As the Light Dims
a delicate balance of joy and pain
POETRY
a delicate balance of joy and pain
Fleeting are the words we say.
I don’t fight them any more,
somehow they are a part of me.
As days go by in a haze of fog,
her voice is a zephyr, thick as bloodied air,
shimmering with the sound of drowning bells.
Once a rose, she bore no thicket nor thorn,
with nectar sweeter than any mead.
When did black and white become grey?
Whispers linger in the midnight sky,
entwined with secrets, they dance and sway,
in a haunting air of forgotten dreams.
I search for truth,
but find only fragments of fractured illusions,
lost in words of my own making.
Time ebbs and flows, a restless river
carrying fragments of ourselves,
through uncertainty and change.
In silence, there is solace and sorrow,
a delicate balance of joy and pain,
through intertwined fates.
The heartache of a thousand unspoken words,
weighs heavy on fragile wings,
a burden too heavy to bear alone.
Yet in the depths,
I find a glimmer, a spark of light,
and love, and loss,
not simply words.