lost in the backwoods with no sign of light.
even shadows left me.
i look for shelter.
everything is quite unseen.
i, too, am concealed.
i lost the spark
along the travel.
someone took it away
away from me.
away from my soul.
nothing left.
i saw a shooting star from above
with burning light and a graceful glide
coming down
like it is saving someone.
it landed beside.
at last, i see the light.
we become friends.
never away, never far.
the light she gives
is all it takes.
i am saved by the bringer of light.
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ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
