who can do without

Tonight.

Your face is a lantern in this low light.

That slightest smile, expectant but unassuming,

Has pushed away all darkness from your countenance.

I should build a fortress in this light, and from this light.

With bricks of solid photon, with crenelations and buttresses,

Jeweled bowers, scintillating statuaries,

And a soaring tower that reaches up and out forever like a searchlight.

We could live in that brilliant palace,

Among the creatures that collect in such places:

Fulgivorous pinwheels, radiances, sparklers, refractolators,

And us, of course. We are drawn to the light like any persons

Who have known darkness, and who can, for a time, do without.