Were it, I could soulder your pain
I would bear it for you, to set you free.
Were it, I could give reason to your loss
I would will it to make sense.
Were it, I could show you yourself, through my own eyes
You would see the treasure, lost to your sight.
Should you find yourself in need of an ear, I am here.
Should you prefer silence, I would offer to share it.
Should you desire a warm embrace from one who cares, my arms are yours.
Should you wish to simply mourn alone, your wishes I'd abide.
Whatever I can offer of myself to ease your pain.. I am here.
When we became friends.
You walked in the light.
You helped guide my step out of the shadows.
So high, was my regard for you.
I watched you stumble.
I watched you fall.
And now I see you walk among the very shadows
from which you helped me ascend.
I will reach back in,
and endeavour to pull you back out.
So that once more the light can warm your cheeks
And guide your path, as you my friend, guided mine.
Selune Guide this vessel
Through uncertain tide.
Veil and Moon guide,
Where no chart nor tome abide.
A voyage to the past.
Can to the future last?
Damaged, two ships at sea.
Limp together to shore, with me.
All that was, is gone.
All that remains, is but a single point of light.
From all the brilliance the world once held.
All that is left, is to focus on that single point of light
and pray.
When all else in my life has been grey and bleak
Absent of hope. Of pleasure. Of meaning. I was presented a door. . . One that holds unforeseen possibilities for hope renewed.
