Guiding Light

Love can’t die,
just as clouds in the sky
end up right as rain.  

We’ve been here,
longer than atmospheres,
and here our light remains.

Mullahs, priests, rabbis
can’t keep the light disguised; 
it’s everywhere we look.
You and I weren’t designed
by a gray-haired man Divine;
we were here before they wrote the book.

Life and death,
as precious as our next breath,
create a new start.

People we know,
they're born to come and go,
renting rooms in our heart. 

When all the stars agree
that it’s time for us to leave
and join them in the night, 
a new sun will rise,
you’ll still shine in my eyes,
and forever be my guiding light.

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