You saved my life by showing me your eyes.
When they were closed and weary, I could see
The way your back had strained beneath her cries,
Hands heavy with a barren destiny,
Deep lines like trenches etched across young skin,
Gray that had crept in while your soul was green,
A thick scar on an arm that was too thin,
A tongue that told me what those eyes had seen.
But when you raised your heavy lids, you smiled
To my surprise, there glimmered there a spark
You were the sun, I, in your light, a child.
A candle burns the brightest in the dark
And though the world sat heavy on your brow,
She leaned against you. All was well for now.