The Ransom of Light

These hours are dangerous,
when there is only
the light we create
to hold back the darkness,
and somewhere between
passion and madness
is found the spark that
tames the thunder and
captures the wind
and with them weaves symphonies,
else these hours offer silence
and hopes and dreams
are allowed to wither and fade,
and be lost to the corpse of day…

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