The light darkens those days,
enshadows them with truth.
I wish to never venture into their night.
I move forward from their stain.
They were my normal.
All good days and worst
by the disease that controlled them.
But to dream now of what can be.
To whisper hidden truths in my lover’s ear.
We have become our god;
we have controlled our devil.
May we craft the abundant life.
Steering our desires from our minds to life’s page.
For this I am most excited;
for living in these days.