So fair the light that wakes my heart like dawn
that lay so long upon its empty bed
with candles snuffed and heavy curtains drawn,
awaiting death but finding light instead.
Look up and see such bright and smiling eyes
where once a veil was cast upon the room
now shines a light as bright as summer skies
that pushes back the cold and bitter gloom.
The sun is up indeed and it is day,
but down again that flying light is hurled,
and though I wish so hard that it would stay,
it leaves to light hearts in another world.
But though this light lasts only for a while,
I've lived to rise and bloom beneath its smile.
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