A light glorified exists in my heart,
Present outside in all things,
Not seen by the eyes in sockets,
Hidden in the beauties spread out,
A lover stands and constantly gazes at,
The light in him and in beauties around,
In solitary hills, and open meadows,
That gross eyes cannot overtake,
But human nature feels through the soul,
He waits upon the light day and night,
That is nearest and furthest to him,
In the innermost recesses we know,
The light almost speaks to him,
The brightful morning breaks,
The dark night reports away,
The cheerful sounds resonate,
It appears, the lover is washed away,
By the currents of light and sound,
The eyes and ears of his soul open up,
To see itself and to hear itself,
Beyond the horizons -
where the earth and the sky meet
Mykoul
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