The Light

Each morning, as the darkness gives way to dawn, I lie beside you in the bed we share.

I watch your soft expression and smile at the warm memories of our past. No trace of stress, the trials of life bear no burden on your brow.

The warming rays penetrate the room as a beam sneaks through the drawn curtains and falls gently upon you. Tiny specs of dust dance in the column of light.

You stir in your slumber and mutter softly. Too soft to be heard, but the sound hangs above your lips. Hanging, suspended like the dust and impossible to touch.

Another light, one you cannot see, is a beacon that calls to me. A light to take me away from you, to take me to the heavens. I ignore the call and I turn away from this light. There is no paradise without you.

Your light is enough to warm my lonely soul. Your light binds me and I
will stay until you depart this world. You will never be alone.

Each morning, as the darkness gives way to dawn, I lie beside you in the bed we share.