The Force flows in my blood, a gift, a call
To see the Light and Darkness of the worlds
Through which we run yet stumble, fly yet fall,
Yet rise again, higher, on starlit winds.
O love, your love flows warm there too: a gift,
A call of gentle flame untouched by night,
Shining above the deep and unbridged rift
That I must one day cross-and you must not.
Love, angel of sunlight, keep watch for me.
Though I fall to shadow and your heart break,
Remember me and wait, that I may see
The bright and burning path that leads me back,
Toward your eyes and heaven and the sun.
The Force has its darkness, but you have none.
