A veil of mystery slid down my back then to the floor
Showing your one blind eye how to see
Desire spun around
Intention caught up in its wind
A kindling of dark matter sparked
Passion became the fire
Its burning ether breathed me in
I reached out to pull you into Heaven
To be free....for just a little while
But as the mist cleared
You were not standing there
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