A longing

He had it hidden away.

That be writ in stone, given his decision.

A dark had followed to the end of the day,

light would chase, an everlasting mission.

You see,

night had never taken him for fright,

the opposite forever, for him it was delight,

but

this dark was not just an absence of sight,

a spectrum of ordeal and issue sent him into flight.

You don't,

well, you might just find

that if you take a little time with someone,

dig to heart entwine,

there's a human there like you and I

and what do we really want?

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