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Punishment of Love Deep within the bliss,
An image.
Not tangible, disturbed by touch.
Disturbed by anything but stoicism.
A brightness.
Spots of light.
Angelic in their undisturbed slumber.
The sky.
A reflection.
The lights of god-
The stars echo in the water.
The lights of God.
These lights of god-
Floating, standing still, pausing time?
Held in the sky-
Sitting Alone.
A beacon of hope
A torch to guide the way.
A torch of humanity-
A torch to guide all?
The hearts, man?s will.
Governing those who lying beneath them.
Covering the sea.
A reflection.
In doubt, I lie in wonder.
Staring down, the reflection.
The same wonder.
A wonder to eat at my soul.
Bringing to mind-
The many thoughts of all kinds?
Thoughts of could and should?
Ignoring thoughts of that which is.
Ignoring the present.
Prayer.
I lay here praying.
Torn between the sky and sea-
Both look the same.
The search-
Trying to find the depth.
A search for answers.
Blackness.
The dark takes over.
The clouds move in- the sea reflects the blackness of the sky.
No moon, no stars, no sun,
Nothing.
Just black.
Gone are God?s Lights.
I am blind.
I sit in the newly arrived dark abyss.
In the blackness.
In hopes the torches will re-ignite?
In hopes that I will find the lights.
In hopes my site will return.
Because to be in darkness-
Is to be blind
It is solitude.
It is to search alone?
Come backlights?
Please return.
