I dream of you, your caress like the velvet touch of creation’s light.
I do not know your face, nor your name…
yet I feel you across the great expanse. 
Your silence is the deafening void before the dawn,
the sweet nectar of night soothes nothing as I wait.
You are the sun I orbit, the moon I long for, yet I do not know why.

Uncertainty, longing, impossible want
tugging at the ethereal thread that binds me to you.
Invisible. Undefinable. Impossible.
Yet I wait for dawn to break, for my sun to rise, to see my moon,
to hear this fathomless void filled with your voice.


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