Dying Light
Of my soul
In the cosmic theater of time’s vast array,
A metaphor takes flight in the light’s disarray,
An eclipse of the soul, a poignant reverie,
A gradual fading, as shadows break free.
Imagine a sun, once ablaze with dreams,
Its radiance painting life’s vibrant streams,
Optimism and hope, its fiery core,
Guiding through life’s labyrinth, forevermore.
But destiny’s cosmic ballet, an intricate dance,
Brings the moon of despair in its somber advance,
Slowly, it encircles, a celestial tide,
Casting shadows of doubt, where the heart does reside.
The eclipse commences, a subtle, stealthy start,
Shadows of uncertainty, like a painting of art,
Optimism’s brilliance, dulled by the gray,
As inner light wanes, fading day by day.
The moon’s dark fingers, an insidious grasp,
Enveloping the spirit, in shadows that clasp,
The sun’s radiant fire, dimmed by degrees,
A transformation unfolding, like whispered pleas.
The moon, once an intruder, now claims its domain,
Overcasting the sun, like an ink-black stain,
The heart’s vibrant hues, dulled by despair,
As the eclipse takes over, a world unaware.
But in the midst of this darkness, a paradox thrives,
For within the shadows, a spark of hope survives,
A memory of brightness, a yearning to fight,
From the depths of the eclipse, where optimism takes flight.
As the eclipse unfolds, and shadows retreat,
A new dawn emerges, with courage replete,
The inner light reignites, a phoenix’s grace,
Emerging from the eclipse, a soul’s resilient embrace.
So remember this tale of the eclipse’s embrace,
Of battles within, and shadows we face,
For even in darkness, the spark never wanes,
The inner light’s brilliance forever sustains.
Let the eclipse remind, in life’s ebb and flow,
That light finds a way, even when shadows grow,
And from the depths of despair’s darkened toll,
The soul finds its strength, and regains control.
