There is a love that looks like daybreak;
full of truth and birdsong
It is made of a light that refuses to end
and life that never ceases to begin again
It shines on you and you feel yourself grow and heal and breathe and feel
But sometimes, before the dawn,
there is a quieter kind of love
a gentleness that lets you crawl into bed with it,
when the sky is the blackest it will ever be,
and comforts you with understanding and patience
And if it takes me a thousand days and a thousand nights more,
May I be the one who knows when to be your light
and when to hold you in the dark
