Poems for the Brave

You Illuminate Me

There's a drifted waywardness
In the scope of my stumbling heart,
I'm not quite sure which way to feel
Nor think, nor where to start.
But still, blindly, it guides my feet
And my wide, colourless eyes,
To where in the breath of the dying sun
The flame-burnt dusk takes flight.
My eyelids drop like butterfly wings
And this wayward heart it dreams,
Of a world where darkness has quietly fallen
And in its withered place: you and me.
Though it frightens me and hurts me more
That this power... I can't control,
In the secrecy of our scoping light
I feel I can come to no harm.
My lids flutter and my hands are butter
My lips are curved up like the moon,
I smile at it, it illuminates me
And I'm left with this happiness, of you.