The Light of Sorrow

Pain at times in pleasure’s stream,
Seeks itself in another’s dream.
Through nights of grief and days of woe,
The trembling heart still longs to know.
 
At life’s dark end, temptations call,
They weave their shadows over all.
Yet in the weak, the tyrant reigns,
While burning minds bear brighter flames.
 
Though hearts are scorched and turned to dust,
They glow with light, because they must.
Like moths that circle fire’s embrace,
They find in death a fleeting grace.
 
In moments brief, despair may rise,
The homeless soul with aimless eyes.
Yet eastward sings a purer song,
That lifts the spirit, leads it on.
 
I break the fragile halls of dream,
To chase the sea’s unending gleam.
The jar of sorrow brims with pain,
But surely life shall bloom again.
 
One day a hand shall beckon near,
A voice of love the heart shall hear.
And time will pass, yet hearts shall start,
To fall once more, in love’s new art.