When The Light Beckons


… But when the light beckons, please let me go
and taste the open wind flowing
across the sea. I’m weary of my life,
weary of this perpetual night.
Even when the clock says it’s morning now,
the sun is nowhere on the sky.
I can feel that the hour is closing in
of reckoning, when my oblivion starts
once the moment of truth has passed away
through the darkness to an eternal day.

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