APPROACHING THE FIRST REVOLUTION OF OUR SUN.

There are lights
That never dim or fade,
Or flicker for good labour,
And for some they activate so easily,

Though many who
Consume the warmth
Of ordinary brightness
Do so without realising how fortunate they are,

But not I;
As for me the night
Had been the default
Condition of my history’s constant stumble

Until she reached
Out across the active
Vacuum of distance’s hard drives
And brought the swarthiness of my life illumination,

And now,
On the edge
Of the first anniversary
Of our glorious meeting I wish for all to see

How much love
There is in the luminous
World and how it thrives
When the lives of the once blind are touched by it.