You

the darkness of the soul
the regret of the undone
the bitterness of the loss
the tears of wrath
the smile of pride

shall not pass

the spark of light deep in the heart
the adventure of what remains to be done
the hope in the life to come
the tears of joy
the smile of the humble

because I am the guardian of my love
because I am the keeper of the fire

And I know the dusk always follows the night

… and the sun rises.

What if

the clouds were our home
the sky our roads
the stars our friends
the lightning our bedside lamp
the rumble of thunder our love song
the night our bed
the moon our dream
the sun our hope…

Would it really be different?