brisk and cold
the painted landscape
engraved deep within

set the stage for what has
been built today

that is when I met the light
it glowed across the room
as a beacon, or light house

gentle and calm
the light tickled every sense
affecting the moment

hands stopped
memorized by the light
intoxicated by the glimmer

we rose over the gathering
in weightless laughter

the light filled my body
with every touch

the light was slightly tuned
to me, for me, to see

yes you are my light
I have found you

you are her
the light, that is for me