I’ve turned away from
The light in my life,
Distracted by distant stars.

He’s carried it someplace far away
And I have left him behind.

The two, in motion,
Are blessed to meet
But swiftly again retreat

To darker paths, cooled by night,
Where the heart feels untethered.

To be content
Is to forget need
And with need the wants,

But as soon as the eye has blinked away
The memory of time content,

You find yourself
alone again
And thinking back to him:

The one who holds the light aloft
And fills the night with music.