Making a mark
my light arrived
Warm and safe
My visual lark
My light moves on
My light faded away
Leaving me in darkness
All but astray

The light returned
No longer my own
My hand burnt and blistered
Worse than I have ever known

Still it I love
Still believing
Deep in my heart
it to Be my dove
Before it again
Left me in dark
Leaving me with nothing
Not even a spark

Thrice the light has come to me
Again I believe
It to be my key
It warms as it nears
I should have learnt
Bringing it close
Would get me burnt

The light is not my love
I know
It wasn't a dove
It was but a white crow