Shy as silk, whisper soft
Walks as silent as on moss,
And never wonders why.
Oft forgotten, seldom loved,
Glides in moonlight solitary
And smiles to herself.
She and I are one you see,
I the sunlight, she the dark,
Entwined at dawn and dusk.
And when the mortal coil collapses,
When starlight winks out and dies,
And soul liberates itself and flies;
Eternal dusk will find us both,
Ever mingling, light and dark,
Waxing, waning, bringing balance.
To the half heart I carry within,
Will be added its darker twin,
And I will rest.
2 comments:
Hello there. Popped in and I've enjoyed reading your work. By the way, what do you mean by 'competitive writing'? And, how is the freelance writing work and novel going? As an aspiring writer - I'm always interested in other writer's experiences and journeys.
These are pieces I enetered into contests this winter, of which next month I should find out...at least if I win anything... I figured it was good practice and since I am a little stuck on the end of my book, it gave me somewhere else to focus for a bit...rather than play solitaire (of which I am guilty) I am very glad you enjoyed what you read though!
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