Her, I spy,as I walk on by,
I stop and stare,
she sparks desires of which I have never known,
Of a fire, of a love that lies bare.
As I reach out, she breathes light,
a light that blinds me, it is so bright.
I grope, I fumble, I search,
again out I reach, for just one touch,
Oh, is that a void I see now!
A void that must have held her,
When she was so near,
That I could almost hold her,
yet, now it is just emptiness,
that greets me, and mocks me.
She must have been an angel
Who breathed light
A light so bright
that it still dazzles my heart.