Cover me with your yellow light.
Hide me from the night’s evil plight.
Take me in your arms and shield me.
Come down to me on bended knee.
I need you tonight and forever more.
Hold me so tight until I’m hurt and sore.
Hug me.
Kiss me.
Tell me you love me.
Squeeze me.
Touch me.
Tell me you won’t leave me.
Caress me.
Nuzzle me.
Tell me you want me.
Bite me.
Bleed me.
Tell me you’re a vampire.
DARKNESS, MY OLD FRIEND
“Why is it so dark down here?”
Timmy asks.
“The light bulb must have gone out,”
his father replies.
The steps creak as they descend.
The darkness envelopes them.
It holds them close.
In a lover’s embrace.
“Hello darkness, my old friend,”
the father calls out.
The darkness brings them closer.
Closer to its heart.
The trio fall asleep in its grasp.
A long sleep.
A sleep of the dead.
“Goodbye darkness, my old friend.”
Wouldn’t it be nice if we could hold light in our hands?
Hold our hopes and dreams close to us.
Let the darkness fade away,
but keep the light close to our hearts.
We can try.
