Softly, the heart, a bird unfurled its wings,
Soaring, it left a painted, twilight trace.
Behind the closed eyes of the dying day, a sea,
A trick played by the winds that once embraced
My breath, the voices that I used to trace.
My eyes, my moon, your shadow, ever near,
When eyes met shade, I found my purpose here.
In distant corners, light's own wellspring slept,
Then bloomed, as windows opened to the day.
A miracle, a fragment of pure light, kept
Hidden from me, now found, along the way.
You, light, beneath my feet, where I may stay.
Come, let us walk together, you and I.
My eyes, my moon, your shadow, 'neath the sky.
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