In the silence of the swinging mind,
Where whispers turn to thunder’s roar,
A dance begins, a dance so blind,
Between the light and shadow’s core.

Moments rise like the morning sun,
Bringing warmth to the frozen heart,
Yet swiftly gone, the joy undone,
As night returns to play its part.

A battle fought with unseen swords,
Where smiles and tears both take their turn,
In whispered echoes, silent words,
The flame of peace they yearn to burn.

Yet through the storm, a strength is found,
In every fall, a rise anew,
For in the chaos, beauty’s crowned,
In every shade, a different hue.