His cold light fills me with glee,
his darkness all too friendly.
Sometimes, I wish
I could just suddenly drown in his light
but instead of falling,
I would climb up, up to him and the stars crowning him,
that I may be a most loyal disciple of him
and do naught unless I glorify him.
There, to him where though I don’t speak,
he knows of my love to him,
his gaze reflecting back the same—
there I would want to belong forever.
To spend eternity in a moment, if I may,
there in his pedestal of clouds,
on his perch above the sky, with the stars crowning him,
I would want to spend forever.
Had I one wish
and it would be granted,
I’ll wish for eternity gazing at you, my love.
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