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,

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 our clothes, 

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.