I know you by the pixels on my screen,
the bits of light that constellate the words
you write, your thoughts and moods that always seem
so like my own, both brilliant and absurd.
Your insight gives me strength, reminding me
that I am not alone, and that the dawn
I’m seeking (and you too) so restlessly
will come, and we will both behold the sun.
Bright light that warms in winter always brings
relief to us dark refugees of night
who shudder, lonely, try to stretch our wings,
take hold, leap up, achieve some sort of flight.
It is your light, extended generously
that kindles mine, and now we both can see.