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Darkness, in its most soothing form

Darkness called forth by a candle

And darkness

that makes the faintest glow visible

Darkness I can handle

In the quiet of the night

I sit and watch the time

While I listen to the air

And music in my mind

Someone sings

in a language without words

Paintings in silent sound

Someone speaks…

was it your voice I heard

You lift me off the ground

Floating through the room

And deep into the soul of the house

Where all the smiles and all the tears

find peace

And come together in our vows

All in all I am alone

But I'm in our home

And that is darkness in its most soothing form