Memory’s Shadowed Glow

A candle burns within the mind’s dim hall,

Its fragile flame recalls a brighter day;

Though shadows stretch, I still can see it all,

The laughter lost, yet echoing away.

The glow of love once held in steady hands

Now flickers faint beneath the weight of years;

It warms the heart, yet gently reprimands,

A tender light that mingles joy with tears.

At dawn I rise to greet the empty air,

At dusk I dream of what the dark conceals;

Between the two, your ghost is waiting there,

Half wound, half balm, a truth that sorrow seals.

So dark and light together weave their thread,

And make your memory a lamp for dead.