《雲子修詩漾》You Are My Light

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In the tender early hours

You sat

softly by my bedside.

You held my hand

kissed

my eyes.

We were walking

on the yesterday-pier

 in the dream

Embracing

Our

joyful little secret

when we danced.

You are my Light

Shimmering shadow you shed

plucked

upon the strings

of my beloved angel lyre.

You beamed on

the painting on the wall

That midsummer beach with laughter.

You are my Light

The best thing I see

When I first open my eyes.

– F. Björkström (Yun)

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