You carry a certain light inside of you that I barely understand
the glow of when it pours from you to cover me,
and it can be the last illumination I give myself over to.

The loving radiance crossing every bridge I labored
for years to construct inside that have collapsed one by one
And you can shine where no one else has had a chance to see,
the deep chasms others carved in me when leaving can be filled
and reshaped by your gentle hands to be any home you need.

I can be the places where you're sheltered from the
seasons when they weather and ravage all else outside,
be the rooms you walk through and light up like a living
lantern which each step taken.

Light splashing on the floor where we left ourselves,
the pages I've inked about us that you wish to cover us in
as if they're tattoos only we can read the unique language of,
braille we can touch the endless chapters of along
one another when our eyes close.

You carry a certain light inside of you that I've never
understood but the incandescent glow streaming from
you becomes the only torch in me and is the
last illumination I want to surrender myself to.

The living radiance repairing the collapsed
chambers of my heart one by one
Until I'm able to sew together the places your gentle
hands wish to keep sheltered and all I need is the path
your steps have graciously lit up,
the written pages and roses and every keepsake covering this house,
they're the emblems we've made together,
the echoes through every chamber and nuance of a
language that is a ghost of words and songs to all but you and I.

We carry a certain light inside of us that no one
needs to understand the radiance of when the
glow covers us and becomes the last illumination
we hand ourselves over to.