“To My Dearest”

Each time.

When night knocks on my door.

I sing.

For I know it makes it afraid. 

For me.

And the light you shine.

It grows.

It floats in my begging hands.
The warmth you give

The poems you inspire.

It lights my heart.

And burns through time as fire.
Shine some light.

Once in a while.

When the moon goes down. 

Shine some light on me.
So I can see where I wonder.

Where and when I exist

I’ll keep your light near me.

No future as slave of fear.


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