18 hours ago1 min read

For Solstice: In the Deepest Dark

On this longest night, when shadows stretch across uncertain ground,

I think of how you exist in all states at once: present and absent, here and gone.

Time is but a field of moments, each holding you whole.

The breadth of grief collapses into singular points—

a cup still warm from your hands, your belly laugh tickling my soul.

In the mathematics of memory, you still exist — dancing through my consciousness: sometimes sharp and clear,

sometimes a cloud of might-have-beens.

But even in the deepest dark, when uncertainty seems absolute

and time's arrow seems merciless, remember: uncertainty is absolute,

and time is an illusion. Thus, hope finds its way through grief's thick walls,

like light bending around a star.

The universe vibrates with infinite dimensions of possibility,

each one holding a fragment of your light.

We remain bound by invisible forces, connected still—

your impact on my life is permanent, immeasurable, real.

The solstice turns again, and tomorrow brings a fraction more of your light.

A subtle shift in the cosmic balance.

In this universe of uncertainty, one thing remains observed and true:

darkness always yields to dawn, and winter holds Spring's promise

in its very definition.

Even in the deepest dark,

Love is the light that cannot be destroyed—

it only changes form.

So let it be, and so it is.

Henry-Cameron Allen

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