Symphony of Light

You saw the spark when I had lost the flame,
a restless heat that flickered in the dark.
You cupped it gently, breathing it to life.

Now every word I shape bears traces of
your voice, your laugh, your steady, pulsing light.
Our hands weave worlds made from the same desire.

We build with fire—soft, relentless fire--
each stroke a kiss, each silence full of you.
We create and we make ourselves anew.