I wrote this a few days ago. They say that you shouldn’t explain poetry and that’s the beauty of it, but when it comes to you I always have so much to say. You are the bluest light. You are the darkness. You shift shapes. You are the blinding light when things get dark, you are the silent darkness, if I need you to be. You are every little good thing in this world without you knowing it. I hope you know how wonderful you really are.