A Place In-between

The sweet shining light
that burns within
why does it dim
maybe it’s like asking the sun
why does it set

Where does all the exuberance go
that was here a while ago
now the quiet staggers in
uncaring
and just a little bashful

In this strange quietness there’s noise
sounds the ears don’t understand
a befuddled mind
sits on the side
wistfully watching the traffic go by

On the surface all lives are lived fully
just as fav trinkets sit on the mantle
a little tilted
our lives too
have a unique trajectory

In all my years
the thing I’ve learnt is that
joy and sorrow are inherently dismal
they clasp hands
and are the best of friends

Neither have I ever fully embraced joy
nor ever made a pact with grief
yet just as nails and cuticles
bind together
they live in me and I in them

Maybe the soul within us all
is two-faced
neither dark nor light
but a shade of white
a place in-between where the twain must meet…