There
wasn’t always a silver side to the moon
A
side that faced the sun and shone like milk
Once
I didn’t know the sun, once I didn’t see his face
My
life as dead and dark as that sunken cave
My
heart a frayed thing of music cut and lined with pain
A
maze of drifting threads in severed thought
A
floating thing of inner searching beams
That
ever seek to meet their other end, and meld as one...
One
with that which always sought me
The
face I didn’t know, the sun I didn’t see...
Until,
that is, they faded all away, and I was truly dead
And
in utter emptiness longed for my end.
Death
my beginning, in nothingness I lived again
As
light came shimmering upon my severed side
Sieved
me through and where it found no light my own
Took
me by surprise and lit my face in his reflection.
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