This is where I found myself
once again my feet on The Path
A dusty rider with no steed
Looking off into the distance
Flowers decorate where love lived
A tombstone marks each place
where love died, etched in stone
Only a date, for loss has no name
We are a lonesome few,
those that dwell in this strange place
The light is different to us,
we who embrace the darkness.
Those that live in the daylight,
they see darkness as overtaking.
They couldn’t be more wrong.
Darkness comes from illumination
it’s the shadows that are cast from it
Ahead lies a future, largely unseen
fraught with darkness or born into the light
one not knows.
Only that the loss weighs heavily and the
Lessons learned turn over and over
in our hands, this way and that
Dusk comes my way
slowly swaying in her gown
made of cobwebs and shadows
her aspect withering the as it brushes the earth.
Her onyx eyes glitter and sparkle,
How I long to sweep her into my arms
and dance, scatter the leaves that rattle at our feet.
Alas, tis not to be, for it is spring
and the trees are birthing anew
When the leaves fall again
I will be further along in years
But the experiences will stay clear
And so we create, from our own sides
Build and knock down, rebuild again.
Peaceful times call for Peaceful measures,
as do times of unrest and unease.
We speak in languages only we understand
perhaps unclear to other
But halt, turn your ears
Words are weapons.
And someone who knows how to use them
wields a fearsome tool.
They are horrible and beautiful things.
They can make you Love, and,
They can make you hate
They are forever marked on your heart
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