this is a beautiful sadness
one that can only exist
because I have lived
a beautiful joy before
had my joy been this loud?
had my joy been this encompassing?
was I not grateful for what I had?
I will keep lighting candles
although they cannot mirror the sun
I will keep faith in the moon
to draw an overwhelming tide of joy
I can see it in the distance
creeping as I stand with
bated breath on the shore
I can see it in the distance
breaking under the sea
slowly rising again
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