When night wails its loneliness
her separation of flesh
brings to tide woe and longing
feeling, seeing blind, she reaches
attends me in white, glowing
peaking, then fading away.
She flutters, and her motion
carries me into the unseen
without feet, I step over
every threshold of the real.
I fade, she flares, burning time.
What more? What more o goddess?
my every breath, tear and call
not mine, not mine, only yours.
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