It..  The Light.. 

They were there.. 

They saw it..  Heard me..  

Heard how i looked at it.. 

Saw how i felt it.. 

Touched it..  

Pined for it..

It.. 

The light.. 
And when they could no more.. 

Hear.. Feel.. See.. anymore

They did it.. 

Vouched up..  Moved around.. 

Stealthily in the night’s dark.. 

Quietly from the moon’s arms

They grabbed it.. 

Stole it.. 

It.. 

The light.. 
They stole it.. 

And gave it to me.. 

Saw my heart return.. 

Heard me get filled.. 

Felt as i took it all in..  

And followed as i swayed..

Swayed by it.. 

Led by it.. 

It.. 

The light.. 
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Wait.. 

She waited.. and waited..  and waited..

The altar will tell you that..

And so will the eyes.. but to the one.. who never came by.

And she hopefully so stuck to the innocence..  or ignorance rather..

of the truth she chose to see not..

Or maybe it was the truth that chose to hide in the heat of all that love that remained..

And still remains..

silently..

untaken by..

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