Distressed she complained that the world goes dark,
he wasn't alarmed, gazing deep in to her eyes
dissolved fully in its silver light that preserved the echoes
of sunny meadow walks, wine red sunsets and starlit nights;
delighted he made it sound aloud in their world more,
created a lighted path for them to saunter, at its limits
darkness, a mere attendant, was kept strictly at arm's length.