You are my light...
My only light...
You know this naught
and torture me with cold and lonely thoughts.
Can I feel?
Do I feel? Can I cry?
I know that I can not.
Not yet...
Not now...
perhaps even,
Not ever...
I do cry though...
Yes, in my thought.
Never outside
mourning always
for the thing I will never have.
I know naught what it is either...
but you take away the pain.
When you are near the light comes through the clouds...
You are my moon, my night, and life...
Without you death...
Why I sit here? I do not know...
Only emptiness now
but soon... light and warmth...
Why do I sit and wonder?
Why do I dream?
Because thoughts abide me in the dark of night...
Take my time,
Slowly...
Slowly...
For I have yet to experience the fullness of you.
You... Who are you?
A vision in a dream far away...
