All things are beautiful, for there is light and shadow.
I read this quote in one of my favorite art books. So it's always the light leading the tip of my pen.
The desk lamp glowing late at night was light
The dawn seeping through the curtains was light
The sunset painting the room in orange-red was light
The reflection on his guitar pick was also light
The joy once bounced beneath your stage was also light
What burned our photos in yellow, was also light
All of this tiny bit of life, filled my room as kingdom lights.
And I once believed people said Long live the kingdom. Like the happily ever after in all the tales that we wrote and painted.
But lights come with shadows
The fox said,
"One runs the risk of weeping a little if one allows himself to be tamed."
That song called Long Live wrote, "But if God forbid, fate should step in and force us into a goodbye"
The melting candle was also light
A moment of firework was also light
You were also light The fleeting light of youth
The morning arrived as usual after the night you left me,
was also light.
