Is it that light?
fantastic auroral – which I
believed in one fleeting moment
-within a second or
half an hour.
You were my signal
of other things which
my heart desired.
You were the author
of great aspirations.
You guided my melancholy love,
as you dashed along the paths.
The heaths were strewn
with colourful blossoms
of life – they were
the greatest thing I had known
- as I didn’t touch
a single one because of you.
You are the most supreme
of all there is –
everything else is great
because of you.
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
Is it that light?
fantastic auroral – which I
believed in one fleeting moment
-within a second or
half an hour.
You were my signal
of other things which
my heart desired.
You were the author
of great aspirations.
You guided my melancholy love,
as you dashed along the paths.
The heaths were strewn
with colourful blossoms
of life – they were
the greatest thing I had known
- as I didn’t touch
a single one because of you.
You are the most supreme
of all there is –
everything else is great
because of you.
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