This quiet is painful, restless,
and it undoes momentum,
creating an anxious stasis
that leaves me unsettled
but paralyzed, frozen by
fear of the need to scream,
to tell the world what’s inside
and to let out what was
never meant to be
except between you and I.
And soft is the light that fading warms us
in twilight’s glow as gentle night enfolds;
the storm now passed has offered solace thus,
and in its wake are moments we still hold.
In whispered verse we free the aching soul,
allow the spirit on the breath to fly,
and loose the heart from its now tragic role
to seek adventure in wilder skies.
But for the night no dawn would we espy,
or hold as such a gift those precious rays
that burn away our deepest pain with light
and grant us hope of love and renewed faith.
In fading light, take comfort in the dark,
for morning soon will see life again spark.
Another attempt at the sonnet, using Spencerian rhyme scheme; written with thoughts of a hurting friend in mind.