The End of Joy
Strings of white fairy lights glisten on trees,
in silence I walk beneath this splendor,
not an accident of nature that sees
disquiet in every whisper of leaves.
There is deep listening inside me,
a gradual unfolding to find my pace.
I stop a while, my demons to set free,
let loose a pervading sense of sadness.
I wander with the wind to search for grace.
This wind, the live breath of the universe
promises to wipe all tears off my face.
Yet still I fear my joy will end in dust.
Though slatted rays of light I will embrace
some flawless monotony in my life,
it nourishes my soul with no disgrace,
no expectations for a joy that fades.
@jjote 081821
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