Your soul etched an imprint

regardless of a slate,

a memory, 

a love erased.

My blessed soul remains marked.

Long before sweet sunlight

kisses the bosom of the patient earth

I wake to witness such an art;

to witness a dark night until

her sun returns to enlighten her.

Your eyes met with mine, 

but I first caught the glimpse of you 

that left me eager to leap through

a window now open.

Yet I stood still, patient in a dark night

to witness such an art; enlightened.