Light

Through all my years of lighted nights,
With bulbs, and lamps, and candle flames,
I wasted all my gifts of sight
On seeing who complains, who blames.

It took a year of darkened days
Despite the moon, the stars, the sun,
To see the light in wetting eyes
Which looked at me like I’m the One.


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