The light goes out quickly;

it seems that so soon

the gloom of before returns.

But only if your eyes are closed.

Wide open, that memory lingers:

of light enveloping you,

giving you the clarity of sight,

of the possibilities which only

that light, her light,

could bring out. Mourn,

for the light has blinked out;

but rejoice, for the light

is eternal, suffusing

every heart, and burned

into every mind.