Steady

And now? It’s all for you,
and there's nothing more I'd rather give
or thing I'd rather do,
for if everything’s all I've ever wanted,
and if everything is you,
I'd sooner snuff a thousand suns
than lose the light we grew.

So stopper all your flickers
that wreak havoc with the lens,
my little light she radiates
and hands me back my pens;
like a steady stream of sunlight
that knows not of how or when
it ever came to be the night
forgot that it could end.