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Whispers Of Light
A dim light be the cry for hope; a vague piece though grateful for it’s small space granted in the shadows. Pitch black be the battle it faces. Let it not be haunted by fear, for the hope becomes scarce and evil would overshadow, as if a puppet pulled by strings it’s silhouette is lost in whatever direction it is placed over. Dim light wishing to shine brighter, not to lure and enchant, but to be unique. It need not a source, but a beginning. I, the dim light have lived in the dark long enough to know I still wish not the same ordeal as those around, I wish to inspire and give strength for what little I have that grow dimmer. As if a small ember left astray could linger deep without oxygen and still live. The purpose I wish to fulfill is to create a small mantel of lights, a sky if you will. Whereas the biggest light is her; the Moon.
My lover; her name sweet sounding and engorging of what was love. Over throned and made a fool, her light decayed and so did I. I never saw my lover, but I knew my heart belonged to her. You think me blind, you may think me incompetent, you might be asking yourself what my name is…maybe even why I am telling you this. There is nothing left of what I used to be, only what I currently am. I’ve not much memory of how I came to be, but I used to be the Sun. Little by little I’d lost myself just as I’d lost my lover. Thinking I would never grow dim, I would never let go of my lover, I would never be overpowered.
My selfish ways deluded me from understanding that she needed me, losing her…made me grow weak, for what needs she had, what pride I had and what small bit of closeness made it hurt deeper. I’d say good morning, she’d say good night. Now my little angel spaces only in whisper, with every bit of her scattered and shadowed…I never know where she speaks from. I grow scared of never finding her again, her words that calmed what little pestered me. I narrow my eyes, maybe I can make my heart shine. Speak to her in riddles as she was good with those., think of what first I did to enchant her…make her love he who she would never see, but trust in word that I’d always be there…I failed her…
The Moon, that with little faith still fell in love with the unknown, he who brought glimmer in her eyes…I who now bring her sorrow. Moon my love, I need you like I never had before. For without you I dare not exist, without you I dare not love, without you…dare I say…I love you, my long lost lover. It has been years, but your love is what has kept this small ember lit. She heard me…Moon my love!
She mumbled and stuttered, scared little gleam of light.She had no words, nor did she remember me. I had to reconquer her heart, I’d made her fall in love with me before…why would I not be able to do so once more? My love, my distant happiness, but close friend…I have found you once more. I wish for things to be as they were, would you travel with me once more as we did? If you remember not how it was…Let me show you as I once did.
My lover; her name sweet sounding and engorging of what was love. Over throned and made a fool, her light decayed and so did I. I never saw my lover, but I knew my heart belonged to her. You think me blind, you may think me incompetent, you might be asking yourself what my name is…maybe even why I am telling you this. There is nothing left of what I used to be, only what I currently am. I’ve not much memory of how I came to be, but I used to be the Sun. Little by little I’d lost myself just as I’d lost my lover. Thinking I would never grow dim, I would never let go of my lover, I would never be overpowered.
My selfish ways deluded me from understanding that she needed me, losing her…made me grow weak, for what needs she had, what pride I had and what small bit of closeness made it hurt deeper. I’d say good morning, she’d say good night. Now my little angel spaces only in whisper, with every bit of her scattered and shadowed…I never know where she speaks from. I grow scared of never finding her again, her words that calmed what little pestered me. I narrow my eyes, maybe I can make my heart shine. Speak to her in riddles as she was good with those., think of what first I did to enchant her…make her love he who she would never see, but trust in word that I’d always be there…I failed her…
The Moon, that with little faith still fell in love with the unknown, he who brought glimmer in her eyes…I who now bring her sorrow. Moon my love, I need you like I never had before. For without you I dare not exist, without you I dare not love, without you…dare I say…I love you, my long lost lover. It has been years, but your love is what has kept this small ember lit. She heard me…Moon my love!
She mumbled and stuttered, scared little gleam of light.She had no words, nor did she remember me. I had to reconquer her heart, I’d made her fall in love with me before…why would I not be able to do so once more? My love, my distant happiness, but close friend…I have found you once more. I wish for things to be as they were, would you travel with me once more as we did? If you remember not how it was…Let me show you as I once did.
Published 3rd Mar 2014
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