an eclipse on a cloudless day
the Light of We is denied
the Light of We that may never be
perhaps the We, only my blind I could see

You are my wind
You are my rain
until the end of my existence
a storm may never rage again

inner thoughts
tangled and woven
a lifetime of awe
may never be spoken

the sun is set
on She who sets me free
love has denied
the Light of We