In the mourning light I see you truly for the first time In forever and I miss you and my fingers ache To touch you once more; and if I could Look into your eyes again and fing joy instead Of only pain; the pain that I know I have wrought Cold and stark as the tenderest blade Sweeping down upon me to cleave me in two. How long ago was it that I fell into your arms Drowning in the fathomless depths of your gaze? Did I really throw it away? No, I just forgot! How wonderful to feel your lips upon my brow Your embrace enfolding me in tender mercy. I didn't want to forget, never meant to, and now It has taken another to make me remember. My Dark One, my Angel; he has stirred me, awoken In me a power I never knew was sleeping. But that power knows that is has loved before And cries out in agony that I have tortured That love to its last dying ember... In happiness, I remember joy, In contentment, I remember bliss They are one in the same and I know I can never turn back. For the act of your forgiveness upon my soul Would surely rend it to pieces.
Reason for writing:
For Stephen.
Birth sign: Not entered
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