something dies
something arises
both will end
in blood and in tears
wetting chapped lips
sharp ends dragged
ragged across
it all
come close to hold
both to small and in mouse
let us gaze upon limeslit
scrim and heavy
past aged oak and envy
here is the tale of night
in where
something dies
something arises
something comes of
shadow to light
7 responses to “shadow to light”
Incredible writing 💙
Thank you Jennifer 💙
Excellent!
Perhaps everything that rises and everything that dies only ever truly exists in our minds, and the ‘dying’ is us ridding ourselves of what we no longer need and the ‘arising’ is new inspiration. Even the dying of what we want can be cathartic.
Something to ponder…
That’s a good sense of what I was thinking at the time I wrote this. Weirdly close, to be honest. Thanks Chris.
Which brings us back neatly to shared dream experiences and why some connections span the miles inexplicably.
Indeed. Thank you, Chris, for tying it together.