Absence

Dark rooms offer little solace. Lights reflect from distant life. Windows flicker towards the world. Shadows dance upon the walls. So too does cold seep in. The world outside presses in. But not with its presence. It presses with its absence. That the darkest light might light a room. That the coldest wind might warm the air.

But the faintest light is like the sun. Who catches all so unprepared. Who burns the skin of those below. Dancing shadows dance in silence. Their eyes alight with fire. The room might burn to the ground. Yet the walls stay ever standing. They dance the dance of death. In their splendid display of delight. The smoke invites only tears.

Dreams and wishes are trapped within. The window remains shut. The world without cannot come in. Silent songs invite their peace. To closed eyes tears matter not. To stilled breath smoke is no enemy. To frozen hearts the cold is heat. To broken spirit all is whole. To lost souls all is found. But to lost hope none shall ever be.

The pressure is building. Life rains from the skies. The world that surrounds must all encompass. The shadows must be the absence of life. The cold must be the absence of warmth. The silence the absence of sound. The smoke the absence of air. The darkness the absence of light. But the tears must mark a heart that beats. That though frozen life lives on. That a spirit broken is but longing. That a soul that is lost is but awaiting a home. That that which is not might some day be. That the shadows dance with hope. That death is the absence of life. That the world shall always live.