he arrived in the darkness and broke through the sky,
i fell upon one knee as i kissed and i cried,
the violinists rhythm sped,
as i turned behind,
down fell the trees as clouds broke with a shriek,
down went the forest,
he stood mellow and meek.

i found myself floating upon a winter fog,
bisected between the beauty of the day, and the safety of the night.
i felt my hair recede, and my skin burn to the touch.

although all of my loves remained slaves to the light, i floated delicately, onto the darkness beam