A Farewell in Melancholy

As the night gathers, I compose for this special day,
A day to reminisce, a day to cherish.
Had I not chosen this path, where would I be this day?
Would I be in this place? Or would I perish?

With a heavy heart, amidst joy and sadness,
I look back, with less-tinted glasses.
I lingered on, to every fleeting moment,
Wished to capture, every little movement.

The days of happiness, the nights of liveliness.
The days of sadness, the nights of loneliness.
All the nocturnal musings, journeys and memories,
The never-ending vagaries of the world and reveries.

The wild heart, beaming with love.
The broken heart, plunging into sadness.
The prideful heart, glowing with hope.
The fallen heart, spiralling into madness.

Had I not chosen this path, where would I be this day?
I'll never know, but I am proud I did!.
Would I be in this place? Or would I perish?
I'll never know, but I am proud I did!.

As I sit here, I pray to the Universe,
For a life of happiness, etched as a verse.
With longer summers and shorter winters,
Painted in the colours of Autumn and Spring.