The Light

The gloom of night,

Penetrated by your tendrils of life,

Bringing forth the dead from their 

Comatose state to the awakened world 

Of the viable.

Through the ebony skies you 

Bring forth your golden rays

Of glorious salvation,

Destroying the gloom in which

Your beauty had been masked 

For the hours of slumber.

Materializing from the guise of

endless depression arises

Your warm grasp of hope.

Your luminescence giving me

The strength to go through the 

Day with unwaving certainty

That when I once again grow weary

That you will be there again.