You want to know what fills me up with light?
Well I think I've tired out kisses,
It seems that's all I write about,
Is it not?
But there is far more that fills me up and brings the sun,
This I promise.
Sometimes I feel that to find a most pure light ,
one has to look inside, and closer than soft kisses or a laugh of gold or a hand that clings to yours or a voice that whispers of love and innocence.
And that is how I find what fills me up....... It is not just your kisses in my glowing cheeks,
Not the song of your voice on a still night.
It is the quiet stand of one soul against the world, an understanding strength I saw far too late, with beauty I tore down for too much,
But no more.
For now, I am what fills with light.
The brave one who faces the wind and brings the sun.