Gazing at you, I was lost in sight,
Gazing at you, swallowed by light.
What to say, what to find the words?
What remains when all has been heard?
Gazing at you, a silent plea,
What to say, what could be?
Gazing at you, eternally.
My name, half-formed, a whisper's trace,
My name, lost in time and space.
My name, a fleeting, fading grace,
My name, left without a face.
Upon her lips, a tremor's hold,
A fragile story, yet untold.
Upon her lips, a secret kept,
While my name, forever slept.
My name, a whisper in the air.
She departed, before my eyes,
She departed, beneath the skies.
She departed, a swift surprise,
I, like a road, where her shadow lies.
Like a road, I watched her go,
Like a road, I watched her flow.
Like a road, my spirit's woe.
My name, a memory's afterglow.
Lies, they spread, a widening stain,
Lies, they flourish, in sun and rain.
Lies, they thrive, again, again,
While truth I spoke, again, again.
And I, who spoke the truth's embrace,
And I, who sought the light's bright space,
And I, left standing in this place,
My name, lost in time and space.
The storm's intent, a cruel design,
The storm, the storm, a darkened shrine.
The storm's intent, a bitter sign,
The storm's intent, a twisting line.
And this small lamp, its flame alight,
And this small lamp, burning bright,
And this small lamp, defying night,
How did it burn, with fading light?
My name, a whisper in the night,
Upon her lips, the trembling light,
My name, lost to endless night.
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