The thoughts come out like
   a stream into my words. I don't mind them.
They mean whatever they do.
Whatever the semblance your eyes
come across.
           I'm yours in that way.
       I wish I could change
    that reality,
          but I have no desire
        to change what has already been beautifully
        made.
               I'll keep at it.
              Even if in there everyone would
                  darken my shine.   Just
          Like an unlit candle in
               a room of only shadow,
               we could find the use out of you -
                                                          but you
            won't turn the lights on for me, and
          I refuse to burn your wicker if
            that your case.