Knowing

I crave your light, as it were,

the very essence of your being.

Like a moth drawn to a flame,

I dance and writhe with the single purpose of knowing all that is allowed,

without completely emptying your chamber.

How generous your vault, though.

It supplies as much knowledge of your music,

as a crystal shard displays knowledge of light...

..as many facets as an expertly cut diamond.....and equally as beautiful.

There's a way you have of allowing the truth of your inner light, out...

..without dissolving your mystery,

or evaporating my end of the fantasy.

Both realms co-exist in harmony.

Equally balanced.....without seeming trite.

Your aura intrigues mine, allowing me to know of myself.

Where I not only examine my light alone,

but the way my flame dances with yours.

And wisdom of myself also grows, transcending...

..towards purity...

..and I'm forever blessed.