Images of light

In a darker world this feels strange to me,

how the essence of butterflies lights up my soul.

No way of reaching in this to find,

just how lovely your light is to my heart.

Laying there as my shadow you penetrate my being,

lighting up the images left burning my eyes.

Black hair softly stricken your touch,

taking me away from fantasy’s hold.

What I have been makes who I am for you,

less of a dream, more of my desires.

Knowing the way you move gripping my thoughts,

feelings overbearing in the light you portray.

When I gave up on myself you lifted me up,

too weak to stand you held me by your side.

As the sun drifted away your eyes shinned on my life,

beauty the image burned into my mind.

Today I know now how I am something to love,

as your touch left its mark on my heart.

I am able to know pain because I found love,

truth in the lies spoken in a dream.

I feel the grief I am open to be broken,

imagine that, me, understanding I know nothing.















Johnny Newell