One Night, the Light

Today, April 21, 2025, I gazed at the moon from the terrace, lost in deep thought, and expressed it in rhyme.

The moon glows bright,
But where is my height?

(Am I rising? Or simply standing still beneath its light?)

Each time I fight,
Yet I find no light.

(Struggles bloom like endless night, with no reward in sight.)

Sometimes life bites,
Fell so hard, I become tight.

(Pain built walls where hope once grew now I feel nothing, passing through.)

Each day when I watch the kites in flight,
I’ll grasp that dream, hold it might.

(New visions spark, a shift begins struggles don’t mean life can’t win.)

Again, I saw that guiding light,
In the quiet hush of night.

(It whispered: “Even pain has role resistance builds the strongest soul.”)

I think I see with wiser sight,
That glow was only borrowed light.

(If I can see the mirrored gleam, perhaps I know what life might mean.)

Is life a rite, a sacred flight?
One day, all will turn to light.

(Nothing stays, no pain, no fear each dusk departs, and dawn draws near.)