I think that YOU, the giver of my life
Perhaps want to strip me of every illusion
I, the beggar has nothing to beg
I, the achiever has nothing to achieve
I, the fighter has nothing to fight
I, the seducer has no one to seduce
I, the knower knows nothing now
I, the shopper has nothing to shop
I , the lover feels no love
Now that You don’t shine through my lover
Where do I find the fountain of your love
all that is left of me is a vaccuum
That seeks and seeks and seeks
groping for that light that speaks.
I sow a seed of faith in my abyss
and just maybe one day
your love will grow out of it
and fill it to the brim
Till then I have nothing but eyes
for this vacuum
This is where my love will blossom.
Alara
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