The ageless willow but seeks a kiss of hope
Its leaves droop for the flavour of memory
Craving a taste of adventure!
But the river of life flows by aloof
Without a glance;
Without a moment spared!
I sit, secluded
Beneath the willow’s despondent beauty
Thinking to myself;
How deep these shades shrouded from light!
How soft this moment shadowed in solace!
How much of me belongs to darkness?!
The moonflower creeps into a forlorn garden
Drawn to the emptiness
Longing for its fragrance to roam the scentless air
For its blooms to escape the shadows of light
Its hue ignored amidst dazzling sunlit beauties
In darkness I find my truth
In moments of despair my soul awakens
Unsought, yet much needed
And I ask myself;
Why must my best come in the worst of times;
And how much of me belongs to darkness?!
Dark times bring out the best in some people,
And the worst in others.
Many say that darkness is evil,
But to some;
It is in darkness,
That they shine truest!
My little gem on Amazon:
Darkness is not exclusive to evil,
As light is not exclusive to good