I think about you in the night.
When rooms are dark & things
aren't bright.
In solitude i seek your light.
Bring on the spark which you
ignite.


Ol' Edison could not have known.
The light i'd need would be your own.
When shadows loom & i'm alone.
I will not turn my heart to stone.


My life of strife, of soot & soil.
In solemn-ness i toll & toil.
My lamp is lit, using your oil.
An ambiance i dare not spoil.


Your radiance excites me still.
You whiten up my blackened world.
Alluminous & passion filled.
I'll wait for you untill, untill.