when power turned to sunlight

lightning in a bottle

spending hours wishing upon luminescent stars
throwing hopes and dreams into black vortexes
trading souls for extended lifetimes
until you realize
when stripped down bare, its simply just the night

i feel foolish now,
sitting under those stars again.
thinking back to moments i felt
as though a park bench in the wintertime.

watching the death of things,
fearing its closeness too,
longing for warmth,
to be touched in whatever way.

throwing prayers into those skies each night
wishing for anything.
until you.

unsure of how to handle this change
id postpone nightly regime.
and make time for you on dimmer days.

through distance, set apart,
our hearts only grew
forming enigmatic figures
in sweltering form.

excitement converted to voltage,
electricity sparked from our fingertips,
setting aflame to what we touched
as we did in sheets softest of silk
and beds reddest of roses.

you were everlasting light
propagating through time and space
i used to refuel my soul in times of despair.
an unintentional lifeline i often felt guilty for stealing

and even in our place now,
you're still full of vigor.

dancing through laser beams
spilling idyllic crusades out of both your ears
as if these past seasons
have taken no such toll on your limbs

i somehow feel undeserving
of you and all your blaze
simply not worthy to be this blind.

but honey pierce each pupil with your sunlight
allow your light to strike these eyes,
let each retina absorb a piece if you
until i am laid wicked in sinful song

leave rays upon my windowsill
so that i shall wake to you each morning.

turn night into desire again
and let my strength be but of your love.