Joy's a cunning, whispered charm,
A flicker bright, a vibrant arm.
Sadness, too, a subtle art,
A tapestry of aching heart.

The sea, it recedes, a whispered sigh,
Yet echoes linger, deep and nigh.
Present still, though gone from sight,
A phantom's grace, a moonlit night.

And in this gloom, a sunlit spark,
My spirit dances, though in dark.
Sadness's shadow, soft and deep,
Cannot steal the joy I keep.

The eyes, they slumber, still and meek,
No tears descend, no words they speak.
My sorrow's trace, a fading hue,
A whispered promise, me and you.

The heart, it beats, a steady drum,
Though whispers soft, the silence come.
A quiet strength, a whispered plea,
To find the light, eternally.