Another night writing in candlelight. 
Light. What are you?
You create our realm through the sun,
and fire at night. 
Sight would not be if it weren’t for thee. 
Sight. Oh, sight. 
Don’t let it win your fight. 
All the looking is done with closed eyes and open hearts.
Love. Sweet love.
Thank you for feeding me light. 
And life. 
Loving light shines from me to infinity.

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