With your session of sweet and silent thought


With your session of sweet and silent thought
I summon up memories from my past
The one with you, which happiness was brought.
The spark of light you did own, was my last.
It burned bright as it was a newborn sun
Crashing through the stained glass windows so bright.
It seemed like you could never be undone,
In the gray dawn, you were my only light.
But the wind began to shut out the spark,
Your candlelit flame has slowly burned out.
I was mistaken, like a fool in dark;
I finally knew what you were about
What I once saw as a world of content,
Was not the sweet silent session you sent.

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