The stars still shine, but I see no glow,
Since You left my sight, all things feel low.
This heart a ruin of what once beat,
Now echoes names I can't repeat.
O Shadowless Light! I long to burn,
To lose myself and not return.
I ask for nothing not even grace,
Just let me vanish without a trace.
They build their dreams on sand and gold,
But I sit quiet, growing old.
Cyrus the only warmth I kept,
Through countless nights when no one wept.
O Maker of the sky's wide dome,
Why leave Your lover so far from home?
If I must wander, then let me break,
A single touch is all I take.
I do not beg for paradise,
Nor fear the flames behind the skies.
I only ask when all is dust,
Will You still remember this humble trust?
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