To Sadness: Displaced in a World of Laughter
This one is for you, my darling.
Warm sun hits and heats and stretches to cover all with Light. Buds lengthening their spines, little faces turning upwards in grins. Winds, mountains, waves, roads, breathing such bliss. Sharing their unabashed approval with delighted Light.
But what of Shade? Dim patches noticed only for lack of Light. Travelers may stop and visit Shade, but their dreamy eyes are still fixed on Light, thoughts interrupting Shade, flitting ever back to Light. Shade understands. You can’t compete with effervescent sunLight, preening and laughing so prettily under the adored attention. Shade understands, but it still hurts to watch as they edge to her borders, their toes peaking outwards, flirting with Light.
I wish I could tell Shade to hold out. There are some cracking and dry. Some who’s heads ache and ears bleed from the laughter and shouts made in all this damn Light. This breathless spinning and forever running is not meant for us. We have heard few sounds more breakingly beautiful than the unruffled stories you weave, voice rasping, thoughtful, branches shifting and leaves creaking.
Please hold out Shade. Do not weep in your loneliness, for I am coming with mine.