LP No. 40_2021_communions and confessions

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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