I've been waiting for him to shed some light,
To take my hand and lead me back
Into the arms of the earth.
I've been ankle-deep in a love of puddles,
Wishing for the welcome mat to sweep me
In, out of the rain, and into his flame.

Is he the flame
That I've been looking for? He makes my darkness light
In a way that isn't physical, but in a way that makes me
Wonder if calling it love would make him send me back
From where I came, and kick me into puddles
Till I seep down into the earth.

He takes me to his earth
Like a lantern's flickering flame,
But he does not burn me out. You illuminate the puddles
That used to be oceans, battle my dark with your light.
You gain ground until I am taken back,
Because the exposure does not strip me

Raw,in fact, it carries through me.
We've got our feet planted firmly on earth,
Neither scaring easily nor running back.
And I wonder how long it's to last, this flame;
Upon that subject, I squint away from the light
Expecting you to see through me like puddles,

The way a child stomps on street puddles,
Finally turning on your love to free me.
Through the trees overhead pokes a light
That’s beauty is taken from the softer earth
When the sudden flame
Hits my back.

Should I hold this back
On the tip of my tongue, till the words form puddles
In my mouth. Or would it be better that the flame
Take over me?
We can live our life hidden by earth
Or brave i touch his light.

I swallow my hopes down within me,
My heart oozing with puddles, white-knuckling his love on the earth.
If I let go, will his flame leave me a shadow, or a light?