In the space between moments
The path of the future seemed so ominously dark,
Clouded by gut wrenching, painful visions of loss.
Splashes of glimmering ruby prematurely left their mark,
As I silently contemplated what our tomorrow's may cost.
As the blackness bled poison into the depths of my soul,
I loathed the heavens above that bound me to such grief.
Time began shredding my world, I felt it scratching below,
And all I wanted was to fade away, to have eternal relief.
The thought of loosing you engulfed my raw, heavy heart,
For I had never known a love so joyfully vivid as this.
Fate had planned us to be as one from the very start,
But I feared the demons of change would destroy our bliss.
Just when the pain had almost smothered my will for life,
The clouds shrouding my vision broke to reveal twinkling light.
A silent song spoke volumes, melting away the worst of my strife,
And I know that whatever befalls us, we will survive the night.
Mockery is a form of ignorance; silence, a form of wisdom. -- Daniel L. Miller