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Jan 2015
A beautiful light has illuminated the veil before our eyes.

A light beckoned forth by the Sapphire-Eyed Serenity.

We once stumbled in darkness, chasing flickers and sparks.

We believed them to be breathtaking, filling us with awe before they vanished as we blinked.

But she has shown us what radiance truly is.

She has shown us what it truly means to find comfort in company.

Now we see.

We once thought that our love could only be heard from the peaks of mountains as they echo.

We once thought that a smile could only be seen in the reflection of jewels.

But we were mistaken.

Now we see.

She has shown us that love can be whispered, for only her to hear.

She has shown us that it can linger upon the wings of fleeting moments, waiting to be seen.

Now we see.

Her light has made many things clear.

It has uplifted us from the darkness that has haunted us for centuries.

More importantly, it has shown us her fear.

In her smile, we see something more beautiful than the stars. More beautiful than a legion of angels.

Yet there is also fear.

Fear that her brilliant light will reveal to us one who would outshine her, that it would cause us to soar far above her, and abandon her.

But we ask, is there anything that outshines the sun, even as it peeks over the morning horizon?

Is there anything that would outshine the divine rays of the Perfection?

Were we to align all of the stars in all of the galaxies, even then they would be but a flicker in comparison to her.

We desire her more than the air of a drowning man.

More than sight for the blind, or hearing for the deaf.

But she does not see this.

The Sapphire-Eyed Serenity has given us a great trust.

For it is one thing to fall in love with someone.

And it is another to feel another soul fall in love with you, and you become compelled to be responsible.

We shall be here to catch her, and together we shall not fall, but fly.

For now we see.

But it is not enough.

She must be able to see.

So we shall give her our own light. It will grow brighter and brighter, until her own darkness has vanished.

*Only then, will she see.
Malaz Vassilli Alexius
Written by
Malaz Vassilli Alexius  Huntsville, AL
(Huntsville, AL)   
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