The Space Between

Life is the spark,
a flicker in the vast dark,
a breath caught between moments,
like the hum of a song half-remembered.
It is the pulse of possibility,
the taste of sun on skin,
the laughter that rises in the chest
and spills into the world.

We walk,
stumbling, soaring,
chasing dreams we can almost touch,
only to watch them dissolve like mist.
We hold each other,
grasping tight to fleeting seconds,
afraid of the silence that waits at the edges.

And death�"
it does not come like a thief in the night,
but like the setting sun,
slow, inevitable,
a quiet shifting of weight
from one hand to the next.

It is not an end,
but a turning,
a gentle release,
a letting go of the thread
woven through our days.

Life and death,
they are not opposites,
but two waves in the same ocean,
rising and falling,
each touching the other in a seamless embrace.
We live, we die,
and in between,
we are the space between breaths,
the pause,
the unfolding,
the turning of the earth beneath our feet.

Reviews

[Everett Dulin]

Very good writing, it seems nowadays death is an old friend. Reminding us to love and cherish the moments and people we have. An unfortunate reminder, but a friend nevertheless.