Light.

Eyes close and the heft of the dawning of dark
Disputes the very "lightness" of light.
For now, without the Sun itself, there is even more
Light;
As much as you want,
Floating in chords and currents;
Behind,
In front, or
Emanating from within as if a match, 
Lit deep inside, fills you with such a 
Glow.
Perhaps you can see it; 
Granular, throughout a deepness, filled with the silkiest 
Petals,
Hovering near each other but not touching;
Waiting for you to move through and to 
Caress your sweet body.
You turn, and turn, and turn;
The grains collecting and rolling off
Until a last wave of petals reveals you
Gently bathed in only light.
It is never-ending;
Without curbs, or
Cliffs, or
Horizons.
And yet it can take something as simple and
Soft as a 
Kiss,
And draw it forward into its parts;
Tenderness,
Thought, and the glow and shimmer from the most
Precious desire,
Wrapped and cradled in satin rivulets from 
Deep inside.


And when the night, itself, fades into light,
It leaves you only to dream of the dark,
And to remember how fluid the progress of your 
Adventure out of gravity,
And the blinding reality of the starkness of the day,
With all it's demands and
Hurdles.


So never assume light to be always, only, a
Welcome respite from the dark.
The dark, has it's own delicateness and 
Sensibility to offer, in just the way
It shines for you.