A man steps out of sunlight,
sunlight that streams like grace,
still gaping at blue sky
staked across the emptiness of space,
into a history where shadows
assume a human face.
A man slips into silence
that began as a cry,
still trailing music
although reduced to the sigh
of an accordion
as it folds into its case.
I like this poem because it has a good meaning and also a bad meaning. He is trying to find happiness but he keeps getting sucked back into the darkness. Another meaning could be like he is dying and he's trying to accept that. The last line "of an accordion as it folds into its case" hints that its at a funeral and his life has ended.
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