By Llylia on 05/01/2008
So silently they creep;
Stealing their way
Until all at one – they are there,
The one place you thought safe,
The place free from such darkness,
Now a cloud arrives.
The light is obscuring,
Growing dim as the shadows gain strength
Watered and caressed by the breath
Of a thousand sighing winds,
They move, grow, gain purchase.
A well inside; a hole
Holding within the pitch black of night
A bottomless depth, engulfing all.
A place for shadows deep in the heart.
But the light has not gone,
Not yet lost its power.
The shadows fear
They know they can be lifted
Just by touch.
The light waits, biding its time.
Tears and sighs cease.
Still the light waits.
A smile, small insignificant.
The light waits.
It erupts, streaming
Pulsing, beaming forth its power.
The shadows retreat,
Grow smaller, smaller, until their
Insubstantial mass is no match
The well, one full of sorrow, brims with light,
And it burns brighter than a thousand stars.
In the corner the shadow waits.
© By Llylia On 5/1/2008 10:03:14 AM