*
Burning on and on all
night long
Grey bluish, my star,
alit
Grace a shade of her
colour dearest
Bless a gleam of her
light please
*
Perhaps no glowworm to
warm my city
Perhaps, could bend on
that blue fire, had it ever been
All that had never been,
never is
What if that everything
remains unattained?
Let it be!
Grace the colour of
unattaining my dear
Bless the dear light, unattaining
*
Oh all too pale these
days and nights
Can’t find a dear colour
around me
Can’t give you anything
Nothing could I bring into
colour, otherwise
Would have dipped in
future’s light, not to be
This pale grey, my way I
seek
Grace a shade of this, my
longing
Blessing the dear light, unattaining
Grace the future’s gleam
my dear
Grace the future’s gleam
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