Stealthily, the slithering shadows advance
tracing arcane and abstruse runes upon stone
as dark and light weave in a ritual dance.
The silent sun slides ever onward alone
casting an imprint that dissolves in rebirth.
In passing, its gossamer presence is known.
An unending waltz of the sky and the earth,
a quiet communion that marks passing days.
Itβs in the contrasts that we discover worth.
Patterns that morph into strange forms that amaze,
recall lost memories and capture our gaze.
Notes
An entry for Round 33 of "Invalid Item"
Prompt: Image
Form: Terza Rima is a poem with an eleven syllable count in each line and a rhyming scheme of aba, bcb, cdc, dd.
abstruse ~ hard to understand; recondite; esoteric
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