Trembling Lights
A poem about dealing with loss
Through many restless nights Thinking about a piece of advice That said loss is not important No need to grieve, let it stay dormant
Those who ache would disagree The trembling lights underneath the tree On white marble surrounded by flowers It seems the dead have forsaken all the powers
Life inevitably goes on Not unlike the last song of a swan Embracing the feelings and the pain Helps resolve what logic cannot explain
