As the sun sinks gently into the waters,
as the sky darkens and light falters,
sleep and passion lay over the world,
beings entangled and souls unfurled.
At these serene and precious times
of thought, whisper and imagined crimes
something rises to the surface of the lips,
yet rests unspoken or the tongue slips.
Moments of pristine personal revelation,
bewildering and met with fear and fascination –
simultaneously a gift, a curse and question
of what is true and what is mere reflection.
When the virtues closest to your quivering heart
you see as weaknesses in disguise, you fall apart.
From within the pile where broken pieces lay
a bright light illuminates the night into day.
The pieces, precious and dear as they may be,
are set ablaze in a magnificent pyre so free.
Are you the light beyond the shadows broken
or have you died as your soul has awoken?