In the realm where chaos reigns supreme,
And beauty sleeps in a tranquil dream,
One dances wild, in tumultuous flight,
The other whispers softly, gentle and light.

Chaos storms through the heart's domain,
A tempest wild, a torrential rain,
Shattering order, scattering dreams,
In its relentless, unforgiving streams.

Yet beauty waits with patient grace,
In hidden corners, in quiet space,
A gentle touch, a fleeting glance,
A moment's respite, a tender trance.

At first glance, they seem worlds apart,
One tearing down, one building heart,
But in the clash of discordant hue,
Lies the canvas where both are true.

For where chaos rages, beauty grows,
From the depths where uncertainty flows,
In the tumultuous, in the serene,
Their dance unfolds, an eternal scene.

So heed the whisper in the storm's array,
Where chaos and beauty find their way,
In the symphony of life's grand design,
Hand in hand, their harmony aligns.


© dreamy poet