III. Eclipse of the Heart

The sun’s embrace is broken by the moon,

a fleeting crown of fire frames the sky.

The world is dimmed, yet promises its boon:

that even dark reveals what will not die.

Your memory shines most brightly in eclipse,

when light and shadow press as one to speak.

It trembles on the edge of time’s slow lips,

a fleeting strength concealed within the weak.

Yet I have learned to love the passing shade,

to welcome silence as a kindred flame.

The dark reveals the paths the light has made,

and loss bestows the echo of your name.

So heart eclipsed, I do not turn away:

both dark and light are woven into day.