Within the night absent of stars the hourglass still drains away.
Where, reliant upon the light, futile masks offer no hiding place.
But in reaching out to blindly touch we know we’re not alone.
Then give what death requires of us to learn that all things pass.
The stars they will return again and brighter for their rest.
The Dark
Written for the Challenge Cafe.
Damian, 7 months ago
This is lovely Kirsty.
Kristy Lee, 7 months ago
Wonderful…brilliantly done.
Russell Fry, 7 months ago
very, very nice.
PhotogeniquE IPA, 7 months ago
very beautiful and just a hint of hope at the end