The crickets’ creek in the moonless night
As the air is filled with arrant darkness
A lamp, lost to the emptiness
I search here in silent desperation!
Morning will be too late, I know
But what else can a lost soul do; but search in darkness
Through grasses and burrows; trees and mounds
Lamp- less and helpless
I feel and tap at every accessible terrain
Yet no glorious lamp I can find!
The terrain is too vast and my senses are too numb
I lament to myself!
What soul can I find in this darkness?
What light-less lamp can I find?
But when morning comes, and finds me searching
My time will be gone, and my show will be over!
As the sunlight of life finally engulfs my darkened soul!
Will I ever realize!
The lamp that I was searching for, was the one I had put out in my heart!
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