Your light

Long is the wait of the tides

Stiff is hit of their slides

Wretched is journey of flights

I seek the ocean with its fights

Such is the pain of your eyes

Long is the strain of those lies

Answer my question without tries

I am your truth of all your lies

Distant your eyes, their grace

Shine off those eyes, their glaze

They make me tender, they laze

In my chest they thunder, they haze

Pictures of lust, in your absence

Pictures of love, you are absent

Ponder the lust in your presence

It is the love where lust is not existent

I hear the words for my ears,

You make me listen for my years

Pleasure of your sight for my eyes

Treasure lies, in all my thirst

They are jealous of my sight

Others are jealous of your light

Make no cry for those sights

Laugh with me, I have your light