Sonnet to Light

An ambient light so heavenly grey,
Above a moonlit walk, streaming through.
Silent and crisp thy light keeps thee at bay,
Silent and crisp thy light sends fast through.

The prism of which they light creates-
Patterns, Pieces to the puzzle of mine,
Patterns, Pieces of a indifferent shine,
Patterns, Pieces of a colorless love that’s mine.

But the light begins to never shine,
The light of you can not again be mine.
For the light become dark, darker than black,
And Thy shall take back no light of yours.

And despite thy promise of my future,
The light will sleep, without me, in thought.


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