Death is promised to the bee
Whose sting protects the colony
Was its life worth nothing more
Than honey for the queen?
Life is a branch and it is a dove,
Handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply,
When church bells make no sound.
In hollow towers and empty hives,
We craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand
In an hourglass?
The smartest thing I've ever learned
Is that I don't have all the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.
Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis
On how we should have lived.
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed,
Sent to where we live.
But the sweetest thing I've ever heard
Is that I don't have to have the answers,
Just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison
To the overarching shadows,
A speck of light can reignite the sun
And swallow darkness whole.
"Emphasis"
Sleeping At Last
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In the Melancholy Moonlight
FanfictionLumos! "Love is the light that will guide you home." Lucy Diggory has heard these words from her family all her life, but when her foundation is shaken, falling apart piece by piece, her idea of home begins to change. Love asks difficult questions;...
