To my monochrome life you radiate new light.
First stumbling, now flying, we dance into light.
I’ll stay, sheet-warmed, beside you, our bed an isle,
our room our soft seclusion of peace-hued light.
I’ll crumble looming mountains to ease your path,
rip curtains off muted stars to lend you light.
We rolled our dice, fingers crossed for perfection.
Tired of waiting, we claimed our overdue light.
Now, pen-clasping, I record my promises
to dance on hand-in-hand through darkness, through light.
(I rarely do poems for yeahwrite but the ghazal was too tempting.)