stormpiloot: “I. SURRENDER It’s a light One that’s a metamorph It’s the fire of a dying candle, and it’s a forest fire Wild. Untamed. It’s a shy bedside lamp scaring away the darkness in a lonesome night, and it’s floodlight shining bright, leaving truths bare, exposed. It’s my father’s sad eyes...
I. SURRENDER
It's a light
One that's a metamorph
It's the fire of a dying candle, and it's a forest fire
Wild. Untamed.
It's a shy bedside lamp scaring away the darkness in a lonesome night,
and it's floodlight shining bright, leaving truths bare, exposed.
It's my father's sad eyes leaving its lock to mine,
Molding me into an orphan of my own making
And it's my lovers hands against my hips, electrifying my bones
As he becomes my new home
It's the moonlight bringing me comfort,
singing me to sleep with its whimsical lullaby
Cradling me
Drowning me against the tides she reigns over
Blissful as its hold on me becomes his
The light becomes nomad
Traveling to wherever he is
It travels through me as it changes shades
For the first time, I accept it Unafraid
It's his eyes
It's his fingertips brushing lightly against the hollow between my ribs
It's the smile in his bistre eyes
It's the way that it belongs to me
I watch motionless
As his touch becomes my own
As the flicker of the light from this dimlit room shines a deeper shade of red
Suddenly the room becomes all we know
The light all we could see
Nothing to tell them apart from us