Does all exist by contrast only?
Or is it illusion we face solely?
Words need silence,
nights need days,
light needs darkness,
love needs space.
What's unlived still that is meant
to be filled with what you can't
show us in only light and love,
abyss it is we need to touch
to feel what we will never face
again, to leave a darksome maze.
The night that you will walk us through
still is how much we're loved by you.
You let us see, how much we are
the purest light, as bright as stars,
which are best seen and in full beauty
in the darkest of nights only.
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