Restlessly waiting

Impaciently craving

Strangled by despair

Blind to all things

Unable to cast your gloomy eyes ahead

Sinking downward into woe

As your heart aches for more

Light bleeds through a single, solitary crack

Unable to resist, attracted like a moth to light

But paradoxical as this attraction does not cripple, but strengthens

A blissful state now possesses the soul

No longer waiting or craving or despairing

As what was missing is now discovered and whole

No woe to think of, only awe to link you to

He

The He that was and is and is to come