Dance of Absolution
A villanelle drawn from the maxim that [sometimes] you have to lose yourself to find yourself.
"Yes." I inhale. "You are quite right."
My golden embers burn into the sketchy dusk and fade away.
"It is much easier to lose yourself at night."
I lean into the brace of our shadows as they rise to steal the light,
dancing in the hushed score of a frayed end day.
"Yes." I exhale. "You are quite right,
dying is much better when done out of sight.
We are creatures, and this is our way.
It is much easier to lose yourself at night.
There is a depth to the dark that is absent to the bright."
I smile. You are already halfway to far away.
"Yes." I nod. "You are quite right,
we should give ourselves completely. Why put up a fight?
We can breathe in the dark and be where we stray.
It is much easier to lose yourself at night."
My breath plumes from me. A phoenix taking flight.
I close my eyes and feel the world in sway.
"Yes," I whisper, "You are quite right,
it is much easier to lose yourself at night."
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About the Creator
Caroline Jane
CJ lost the plot a long time ago. Now, she writes to explore where all paths lead, collecting crumbs of perspective as her pen travels. One day, she may have enough for a cake, which will, no doubt, be fruity.
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