She who is still and lies in bed in the middle of the dark night, she’s not afraid of the dark anymore, but that of what may be lurking within the realm of darkness.
She’s the keeper of his light, the man she calls her lover who sleeps beside her in her bed.
Fumes of toxity and time, it shadows a decadent life filled with blossoming trees and branches extended of memories.
Without it to wither or drown in a sorrowful tear, it’s all gone away like luck on an instant scratchy.
Taking a gamble on it all or to walk blind folded through the dark.
Ways of escaping can be dramatic- Sometimes a thoughtful word is all it takes.
Than to one day wake up and wonder what the hell you’re doing, and be blessed with a loving man who lies beside you.
To know he’s not going anywhere- A committed soul is a loving friend, a confidant.
Being true and staying true, the dark can only stay that way if you close your eyes, but if you allow yourself to open them and adapt,
This life is a basket ready to be filled.
Darkness is a death while in silence, a flick of the light and you shall clearly see
Mountains of sunshine that’ll appear in your eyes.