Light and Shadows
In the quiet silence of morning’s first light,
Where shadows cling to the memory of night,
There lies a quiet, profound and deep,
A world in mourning, as even the heavens seem to weep.
Here, among the whispers of leaves,
Grief wears a spray of autumn’s eve.
Tears fall, soft as the first winter snow,
Each one is a testament to love and sorrow.
We gather, hearts heavy with unsung songs,
In this place where all our longing belongs.
The air, thick with the scent of yesteryears,
Carries the weight of our unshed tears.
Yet, in this sadness, there’s a peculiar grace,
A beauty found in the emptiest space.
For every tear that waters the ground,
Speaks of love that once was, and still abounds.
We speak your name, letting it dance on the breeze,
A lament sweetened by the hum of leaves.
It soars, a dove against the grey, mourning sky,
Carrying with it our grief, our love, our goodbye.
In the quiet grief, there’s a thread of joy,
Even in death, your love remains a beacon, a buoy.
You taught us of love in its purest form,
And in our hearts, that love keeps us warm.
So we stand beneath the dome of life’s glum shade,
Grateful for the light and love you gave.
With every breath of the wind, we feel your touch,
A reminder that in grief, there’s love – oh so much.
This goodbye, wrapped in the beauty of a tear-streaked smile,
Is but a pause, as we’ll meet again after a little while.
For in the heart’s quiet corner, you’ll forever stay,
A gloomy joy, a beacon, lighting the way.
