mry writes

*a poem*

The sun forms rainbows in restless skies.
The moon forms shadows from reflected sun.

In the dark of a moonless night shadows become shy.
In the light of noon shadows withdraw.

Shadows form ethereal shapes gliding along, ever a step ahead; light duelling with dark.
Rainbows form resplendence, beckoning; light duelling with dark.

We see joyous rainbows only when there is rain; dark of shadows only when there is light.
We see the ephemerality of light; we see the perversion of light and dark.

Sun, moon, shadows, light, dark; none of these can we touch.
Joy, sadness; none of these can we touch, although they can touch us.

Eyes are windows to light and dark; to joy and sadness.
We see rainbows of joy, shadows of sadness.

Joy is a rejoicing; joy is everything worth experiencing.
Joy fits into any shape required, even when it seems it will not.

Sadness is a pain; sadness is its own peculiar emotion.
Sadness is a one-sided counterpart of joy, for joy lost begets sadness; sadness lost is sadness lost, nothing more.

Joy lifts a heart; sadness represses a soul.
A soul fits into any shape desired, even if it is none.

A soul is life, or perhaps not.
A life is rainbows and shadows and ethereal shapes and joy and sadness.