With an audible sigh...
I curse the world to gain some clarity.
Things weren't so black or white before...
But cycles of laughter and tears do well
To burn in their disparity.
Like washed-out sadness,
I'll make it hard to judge my smile.
"The sun may fade these colors," I say,
"But they'll be gone for just a while."
I exhale...
... And I miss you.
Even though I’m left with just the pain
Most nights I alone past dark,
And curse the utterance of your name.
I longed for your shine
And the warmth within your Sol.
But your clouds gave way to Luna...
...And I left.
Still halfway short of whole.
For now, I'll do what I can to force these
clouds back over the moon.
Because even in depravity,
Or lonesome solitude,
I find the comfort that is darkness...
And in the darkness I find you.
Still, I hope you feel the thunder.
Or that the light leads your way through.
I can't make this darkness bright, but still,
I think... If I can't discern what's true...
I hope you laugh, at least, in irony.
I hope you smile, at the storm...
That casts its shadow just for you.
I've found the lightning doesn't last,
And the thunder comes too soon.
So alone, in solidarity, I will fight my fate
To be construed...
Against myself,
As the answers to my questions' echo --
reverberating in an empty room.