lime shale
In the silence where your paw-steps lingered, my shadows now dance alone
Under the moon's watchful eye, your soft pelt whispers against the night's embrace
In the stillness of the dark, I reach for you, only to grasp the cold whisper of absence.
Where shadows dance in my mind's tumult, seeking solace in echoes of our past.
In the realm where light and shadow wage their ceaseless war,
My spirit rides the storm's crest, then plunges to its floor.
Amid this cycle of despair and fleeting hope, your memory is my steadfast light,
Yet in moments shrouded in weakness, your absence deepens the night.
As days drift into years, fear whispers of oblivion's tide,
That is the healing of my wounds, your essence might subside.
Each tear, a testament to love's enduring flame,
I cling to the pain, lest your memory wane
neon brook
limber canopy
vital grove
warped condor
jagged dust