Thoughts on my Day of Epiphany

The one I can cry to
the one I can fly to

She knows the dark shadow world as well as the light
The thought of losing such things fills mind with dread and with fright

But she doesn't see the big picture
The ingredient needed to complete the great mixture

From less-to-see
to exctasy

Will all of our lives eventually get better
Or will She haunt me more now than before I first met her