Continuous Light

Why’m I 
A part of time?

Life’s like the day—
Increasing, 
Peaking,
Easing 
Naturally away

Even when 
I’m weakening
I ask for it to stay

The heart is
Dying in a darkness
Like the evening

Taken to awaken 
In a lengthening ray 
Of ever being
Never being led astray

Refreshed in newly fleshed breaths

I truly believe
That it’s like sunlight—
That in which the soul won’t rightly leave

The End

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