In my darkness I seek you
through deep caverns I run;
my dying flesh yearns for
your fierce, piercing love.
Through darkness I see
you’re glowing so bright,
but always receding,
deeper than night.
I fear that I’ll falter,
betrayed by frail will
when softly you whisper
“my child, just be still.”
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