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In Lenis light I sat with her that day
She in a simple shirt clear as a streams way
Her wrist was bare no watch to mark the times confine
Beneath the crystal light we sat in a straight line
The light it flowed so slow
She wove a net soft as the light she gave
Gathered the starbeams in a crystal brave
And sent them to my southern home
To draw near was to find a safety zone
To stay was to be seen a heart no more alone
Later on her timeline life goes on the same
Just seeing her there it warms me like a flame
Her words were the faint light
Her silence a weight in the night
Afternoons on the back of catalogues wed lean
And time would become a warm riverbed serene
The course would end wed drift to different streams
Now I understand the grace of quiet themes
Those moments soft as water clear and plain
Let me grow my own form in her reflections gain
My crystal shape formed in her gentle reign
Passersby who walk before your window glass
Can they ever see
The turning galaxies that in your eyes amass
They walk on by
And never know the light lives quietly
She takes the leftover warmth of light
And writes a vigil clear and bright
A vigil shining bright
Back then
The light had not yet chilled
The light had not yet chilled
She was soft like light shed strung with care
Gathered the starbeams in a crystal rare
And sent them to my southern air
To draw near was to feel no despair
To stay was to be seen a heart made bare
Later on her timeline I see her life unfurled
Just seeing her there its enough to heal the world
She gave me the faint light of words to hold
And the heavy weight of silences untold
Those afternoons on catalogues so old
We sat time down on a warm riverbed of gold
Later the course would end wed flow to different seas
Now I understand with a kind of quiet ease
Those moments soft as water clear and plain
Let me grow my own form in her reflections gain
My crystal shape formed in her gentle reign
Passersby who walk before your window glass
Can they ever see
The turning galaxies that in your eyes amass
They walk on by
And never know the light lives quietly
It was her taking the leftover warmth of light
Writing it into a vigil clear and bright
