Thief

To crave, ever wanting.
Wrong thoughts pull, marring the soul;
Hungering for that dark knowledge again and again
as the world spins and time dances on waves.
The sun will burn.
Too, it shines its light so that we can see.
The tragedy of fate resting in the shade –
Spent and satisfied with the lie, sweet, splendid tryst:
ravenous whispers and deep and greedy kisses.
Pardon me when I say I’d rather burn.
This distraction, like the thief lying leisurely
In the shade, will fade.
But, the sun will always shine
And in its radiance
My good friend
Will be my friend again.

Tasha…
In every loss there is hope, maybe in time the sun will shine and what was will be.
Another well turned poem.

Jack

Lovely sentiments and words. I agree with Jack.

Till you meet again,meantime have hope and this will carry you through.

I so loved your expressions on this.