It was the brightest of days
calm and empowering in many ways,
but it was short lived indeed,
taken away when you are most in need.

Soon, it will journey away and leave this land
So I grab onto what I can and hold it tight in my hand.
As my knuckles turn white I hear the desperation in my voice,
I shout and whisper: Do not let me fly too close.

It was the darkest of nights that I embraced
Not for the shadows, but for the memory of your grace.
What we cannot see and understand we might fear,
But the night has memories that I hold dear.

The rising sun dances with the shadows,
And the world twists itself anew from its hollows.
My eyes ache as I peer into its gaze,
It whispers and it shouts: Do not let me fade.