Lightstruck

A million suns, a million moons
I've set and risen with my sight,
But ever when I glimpse at you,
I'm spellbound by your holy light!

In blackest hole, in dead of night
I'm drowning in a sleeping stew,
But ever when I dream of you,
I pulsate with your fragrant light!

The sense of wrong, the feel of right
I've numbed to gain my hollow might,
If not too late I pray to you,
Restore my heart and gift me flight!