Losing Stories

Fire sparks a candle bright Small it shines against the night Cheerfully dancing in sweet innocence Leaving it completely exposed and defenseless Soon wind and rain pressure it to fade Causing it to flicker, cold and afraid Ashes drop from the shortening wick Hot wax pools and falls thick Darkness surrounds the little white light Ready to swallow it into the night

Cards held tightly to the chest.Bluffing is an art at best. Each contestant poker faced.Every action noticed, traced. Watched, scrutinized, weighed.Judgement most times mislaid. Humanity plays yet another card.Keeping players all on guard. Not wanting to show their hand.Fearing others won't understand. When each bet is placed.As every dream is chased. Playing to win their state.Passing the bet they wait. Contemplations be...

It is burning brightUnderneath the canopy. Leaves hide it from sight. Drifting in her thoughtsThe searcher seeks the lost dream.Misfortunate find. There is the delightTwinkling to beckon her near.Trusting the unknown. It happens once moreShe accepts the offered light.Her cheeks glow with hope. Brightness can be darkComing from an evil soul.Consumption begins. How often they ripThe pride from her seeking heart.It happens a...

I saw her do the dance of loss in rainAs streetlights gleamed above her hair of red Her eyes were glowing as she cried in painBecause she made mistakes and was misled. I saw her do the song of grief in gloomAs echoes of her mourning rang aloudHer tears continued as she read her doomAmong the scattered remnants of a cloud. I saw her do her drawings in the sunAs crowds exclaimed about the work she sharedHer hands were stead...

How can I reconcile the two? Happiness and the urge to grieve. One is a dream at last come true. One is horrible to believe, By both I was filled with treasure, From both I derived a pure bliss. Meeting one has brought me pleasure. Losing one has brought me distress. We are left with the world we have With blessings and pain still around. How can this be, what is the salve, Why should we not have joy abound? One journey t...