slipt
softly through
shadow and cloud,
returning again
to me,
as you always do.
a wraith of perfection,
a beacon for a dreaming soul
without knowing,
i wait.
i wander through my days
waiting
for you.
waiting
to throw my very being
against
your implacable calm
and drink in
your luminescence.
you give me nothing.
and I feel
nothing.
but in your Graceful flame,
devoid of love,
i touch infinity.
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