An army of smoke is smeared over your body
It moves along you, across every aspect
Your light still shines but no shape will emerge
Your face is covered my Ashen lady
You cannot open my eyes
I know you are up there
Because your frosty glow warms me
I can sense your presence but still remain blind my lady,
make the darkness go away.
I want to see you, facing me with your ancient stare.
(this of course was written on an evening that was bright, very bright indeed)
I felt happy.
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