There were only shadows that remained
Disappearing silhouettes of familiar figures and
smiling faces
Seemed to have etched into the walls of her memory
And voices that no longer echoed from the corners
of her four poster bed
Played themselves inside her head.
Only shadows remained
Left behind by the parting sun
So solemnly she waited for the company of the moon.
But the moon too was unfaithful
Just as the passing seasons of momentary joy,
of warmth,
of sorrow,
and darkness,
and broken dreams.
Ever interchanging
Light and dark
And light again
And dark again.
Like a pendulum
Ever in motion
Thrusting forth into bliss and high heavens
Quenching thirst in the loving breeze of the divine Mother
Arms wrapped, skin covered in the silent whispers of the Eternal Lover
Days spent basking in the laughters of small children
and small they were, pure and innocent like the first snowfall of winter.
Then came night when all innocence plunged head first into the
deepest pit of her fears
Buried waist deep in shame and guilt, anger and desire
Dreaming with eyes wide open
Only consciousness separated her from herself
Though heavy was her pride, anchored to the sweet devil's murmurs
So slowly she began to sway to the tunes of her Master.
But grace never left her.
As Heaven watched through a thin veil from above
Patiently awaited her return.
And so she rose to grace
She fell from it
And she rose again
and fell again.
Like a pendulum
Ever swinging
Ever in motion.
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