Perpetual desolation was my wondering,
I had succumb to the envalabilties of solitudes abandoned
breath,. And it was a bleak environment of reflection.

But in that moment of my absenteeism a beacon shone
first it was but a shade in obscurity, then weaving into
the eclipse of the soul I awoke to its beauty.

She shone in my eyes, yet I was not blinded but
awoken from my seclusion. And where I was forlorn,
now I was for the first time seeing the beauty of her.