The film of life requires its shade
Where silence forms what light has made;
Each sorrow softens each pause refines
Each bruise develops hidden lines
The chemicals of loss and peace
Combine to shape what must release;
The image blooms the blur grows clear
Through patience taught by shadow’s year
No frame complete without the night
No portrait born of only light;
The darkroom hums the spirit bends
The truth appears where darkness ends
I lift the print it shines it breathes
It tells of what the heart believes;
The dark reveals with gentle hand—
The face of life we understand