In the realm where words dance and emotions unfurl,
I find solace in the soul’s never ending swirl.
It lets me paint a tapestry of dawn and twilight’s hue,
With verses that touch the heart, as poets often do.
Behold the beauty of the suns golden blaze,
As darkness surrenders to the dawn’s gentle phase.
A symphony of colors, a celestial ballet,
It whispers of hope and a brand-new day.
Like a phoenix reborn from ashes and despair,
The sunrise paints a portrait of life’s eternal flair.
Its radiant glow reminds us of love’s gentle might,
Rekindling our spirits with its warm, tender light.
Now it’s time to turn your gaze to the sun’s final bow,
As it sets in splendor, casting shadows in the now.
The sunset’s tapestry, a masterpiece serene,
A palette of oranges, pinks, and hues rarely seen.
With each fleeting moment, the day bids adieu,
And the night unveils a sky filled with milky dew.
The stars, like diamonds, sprinkle the ebony dome,
A cosmic lullaby that whispers, “You are not alone.”
But in the quiet moments when the moon ascends,
It bears witness to the cycle where life begins and ends.
From the ashes of grief, like a sacred decree,
A newborn emerges, pure and utterly free.
In this tapestry of life, where sorrow intertwines,
The birth of a newborn gives blur between the lines.
A reminder that even amidst loss and pain,
Life’s resiliency emerges, like blossoms after rain.
So let us cherish the sunrise, sunset, stars, and moon,
For in their beauty, a symphony of life emits a tune.
And when we face the shadows that life’s journey imparts,
May we find solace in the birth of new hearts.
Tracy Repchuk
July 5, 2023
