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You’ll miss me through the long and restless night,
And time will fail to heal your aching plight.
You’ll come to see, in separation’s haze,
Each moment with me was a dreamlike maze.
Without my touch, you’ll burn in endless pain,
Loving me madly, as if bound by a chain.
You’ll finally know how I loved, how I stayed,
How I waited in silence, though my heart dismayed.
But you let it all slip, not knowing the cost,
The pain of forgetting, the self you have lost.
Forgive me for teaching you sorrow too late,
For longing for me, as your unyielding fate.
I fly through silence, through clouds without end,
The plane breaks the hush, yet my thoughts won’t bend.
My mind in chaos, entangled with care,
While my heart longs for silence, suspended in air.
On the pages of books, no symbols in vain,
No meaningless patterns in ink that remain.
For there lies the ache of a heart alive,
And love that shatters despair to survive.
Knotting paths as I tread, weary and worn,
With the weight of lifeless lines deeply borne.
The traveller lifts his gaze to the sky,
Where mercy of knowledge grants him to fly.
A desert unfolds in its golden expanse,
No mirage misguides him, no stumbling trance.
No poison tree looms, no anchor of dread,
But visions of life on a planet ahead.
I soar through the silence of clouds ever still,
The plane breaks the quiet, bends sky to its will.
In my heart lies the love of this life that I claim,
Living within it, I trust it again.