The Light


As I lay beneath the silver moon,
strands of shattered light bend and swoon;
through the darkness, I see the light.

Clouds may cover,
and lightning may strike,
but through the darkness, I see the light.

Tears are shed through the night,
and with the black, there is no sight,
yet through the darkness, I see the light.

When the dawn approaches,
the clouds are torn,
no more dark,
no more scorn.
Sun arose and there was no spite,
because through the darkness, I saw the light.

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