Yin-Yang;
The rules of the world in which light in the darkness cannot be without the darkness surrounding light.

Look up; Ash-ridden, smokey skies.
Bright, inspiring wings expand forth in newfound determination;
A once lost and seemingly distant hope shines through pores that merely glimmer.

Golden rays of love emit from an amber-cursed sun; Temporary unintentional smite. Embraced warmth where the heart that grows cold;
Time bites away slowly, forgotten; Touch of passionate flame lingers weak.

Destruction eternally in wake of the unfortunate fate of burning ignorance, hidden beauties lay trapped.
Remains of ash left in unmoving limbo,
the still-flying particles of what's left from what's already been.
The draining flakes of ash float and skirt about in the ombre-lit air.

What can be seen as a lost and dire times,
are actually the world trying to become anew.
There is time to recover. The sun will rise again upon next days wake.

The darkness may have current hold,
But all-in-all, it's just partaking the waiting game.
Not lost, yet not found.
Not over, yet not merely starting.
Not giving up, yet no motivation.

Even with lost skies of musky, gray, and deterring.
Love still shines through the fog;
Hope follows suit, statings briefly seen where the depressing fog finally gives part.


© LoneWolfPoems