bathing in light,
awash in your moon-glow,
never far from your bright.
As I sit quietly, eyes shut,
and the mind starts to roam,
your flickering candle of moth-light,
shepherds me home.
Your beacon of love,
banishes the dark of confusion,
and lights up the path,
that eludes all illusion.
Swimming in sunshine,
bathing in light,
awash in your moon-glow,
never far from your bright.
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