Challenge
Shadow and light
"Above the cloud with its shadow is the star with its light." (Pythagoras) Poetry or prose.
Portico
I sit beneath the willows
Where shadows come to hide
The night— she welcomes me
Her stars have lost their light
I listen closely to the wind
And think I hear your name
But all I hear are muffled cries
That echo my own the pain
As I enter grief's dark portico
Of all that's left behind
This emptiness— it follows me
Your loss, my heart, entwined