Evanescence

A golden drop of dew on a summer morn

Melts as it meets the warm rays of the sun

Light as wintry air, fluffy flakes of snow

Crumble at the touch of a mortal soul

Only until dawn does the night jasmine bloom

With a heady scent, to serenade the silver moon

The innocent joy that twinkles in the eyes of a child

As the bright green of spring, is soon lost to time

And the love that binds two minds in sweet ecstasy

Lasts but for a moment, though boundless as the sea

Why does it so pine, the human heart of glass

Forevermore for fleeting beauty that never lasts?

Do not the Gods themselves say "Nothing Gold Can Stay"?

Does heaven bestow its grace only on things that fade away?

Why do we tie our joy to ephemera that are lost

In the quicksands of time, is it the curse of our lot?

Would we feel the same love for a tender flower 

If it were carved of steel, could live on forever?

Do we cherish the little baubles that will perish one day

Only to rebel against the sureness of death and decay?

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("Nothing Gold Can Stay" is a famous poem by Robert Frost.)

Light

Light is her hand on the reins of life

As she rides to shape her destiny

She never endeavours to bend her fate

Towards paths that aren't meant to be

Light is her foot as she glides through life

In an elegant waltz, soaking in the view

She minds not the roads she does not find

For she is bound to this earth by desires few

Light is her heart, it quivers and sways

When it feels another's pleasure and pain

She cries when the sky is grey with gloom

She dances with joy in the pouring rain

Light is her mind that has shed its past

Of searing scars and sad laments

She floats unmoored on seas of bliss

With nary a weight but the present moment

Light is the laugh on her tender lips

That rest on her calm and placid face

For she knows, no matter what the ills

The world is still a beautiful place

Light is her grief when misery strikes

She falls as a feather, with poise and grace

And wrapped in the warmth of her solitude

She waits for the breeze from a happy place

Light is her soul, it soars as a bird

On wings of reason in boundless skies

No rules nor mores can bind her down

For she heeds no one but her inner voice

The light of the heavens it is, perhaps,

That twinkles in her dark deep eyes

For, a lightness of being has come over me

From the moment she's walked into my life