My soul whispers
in the darkness
‘You are a flower
that blooms at night.
Shine bright, shine bright!’

She hands me
a blossom exploding
with passion.
Shimmering,
glittering,
spiralling,
spinning,
radiating
­her essence
like a star bursting
open the night sky.

‘You are a flower
that blooms at night.
Shine bright, shine bright!
Come, lead me
from darkness
into the light.’