The Light is Coming

A familiar shroud, the night descends,
heavy and suffocating. In my heart’s
cavernous chamber, a lone ember
flickers, its meager flame choked.
This vast and veiled darkness resonates,
murmuring echoes that chill to the bones.

Wise voices whisper: darkness
cannot exist alone, devoid of light’s
embrace. In this interdependence,
solace finds no refuge. We hold constant
vigil; shadows ebb and flow, pushed
to the fringes, yet never vanquished.

But deep within, there lies a glimmer
of hope that darkness cannot smother.
It radiates beyond the reach of shadows,
the ethereal beauty of starlight, traveling
at cosmic speeds. Though long the night,
the promises of dawn draw near.

Stand fast. The light is coming.