I watch the tears
fall from my face,
and call forth the dark sadness,
from it's hidden grace.
The love from within,
that had once been,
a small flicker of light,
now seems to burn so bright.
But no!
This can not be!
Not this light that I myself ,
had blown out with all my strength.
It's just an allusion I tell myself.
It's just a mirage of what has preexisted,
within my heart, within my soul.
It's just a fading memory.
...But...
If it's so,
then why does the light grow?
brighter and brighter like the sun,
rising from the west as dawn breaks.
Casting a spell all over my form,
that has been covered by shrouds of darkness.
The comforting warmth of the flame,
that I so dearly longed for,
such a long time ago.
It's calling me,I can hear it.
It's not mirage.
It's reality...
