Not Dead

I never died, but I have been too near
to death, but death is not a thing I fear
I fear a life devoid of love and light
It’s why I dream of you, dear, in the night
Your light provides a guide to bring me back
when I am lost in nights of dakest black
I saw you standing once, beneath the moon
I walked away; I know I left too soon.
You shined upon the porch; I’m sure you cried.
I should have let your beauty be my guide
I sleep, I close my eyes, I dream of you
Your light protects my spirit, we are two
And yet, we two are one; I’ve heard it said
You love me still, so how could I be dead?

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