(So it is not a conventional poem per say)
Before you
A belief in darkness.
A belief In pain.
A belief in sedition.
A belief in the irretrievable death of my soul.
Your words are like a beacon of light that shreds the eternal night.
Your words are like an endless promise of possibility.
Your words deliver me into rapture.
You are at the tip of my fingers.
You are just out of my reach.
Before you
A belief in darkness.
A belief In pain.
A belief in sedition.
A belief in the irretrievable death of my soul.
Your words are like a beacon of light that shreds the eternal night.
Your words are like an endless promise of possibility.
Your words deliver me into rapture.
You are at the tip of my fingers.
You are just out of my reach.
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The tips of your fingers, out of reach? Stretch just a bit further. Reach a bit more distant. Fingertips isn't too far from within reach ...