Fearless promises for what would come,
who is amused, if not me?
Past debris, ashes, complete;
feel the course of
constant pounding nature,
the knowledge, the inner tumult
tangled,
leaping out without outlasting
it’s own evanescence.

Its own demise.

Before, there was more than I.
It was just this scene, blanketing itself
in my happiness and hurt,
shadows and light,
each understood
to be intrinsic to the other.

We take our perversions’ greatness
and forget.
Sometimes we look ahead.
The sun, shadow and light,
hurt and happiness
intrinsic each to the other,
ahead, as behind.

I am helpless
but still here,
alone.

Wondering why it could be clear;
sunlight’s schooling streams
that put that glint and gleam
in the eye,
the dream,
in the shadows and the light.

Sun sets
slowly, leaving
only shadow.

I must be the light.

I smile, bask in the unknown,
take in life and shadow
silently.

Serenely.

There won’t be a choice in death;
just a game, too weary to look
almost happy.
Into the sun-filled days
gleaming golden once again
in life,
in shadow,
in light

I remain.