Endless darkness
no light, no hope
only silence pressing in
But in the hush of shadow, you lift my chin
and tell me; look up
The clouds part, and there
light begins to show
not all at once
but in specks – stars scattered in the dark
Then you guide my gaze to the moon
And moonlight spills, silver and soft
And though it does not erase the dark
It makes something else
not empty, not lost
but seen
And you see me
And you smile
And so, what once lingered in twilight
now glows in the gentle moonlight
Meant to be seen, never truly lost
– The Moment
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