Glow

Perhaps this whole radiance of yours today
this huge smile you shone, mighty gleaming
up to a piercing smooth extreme
that almost made me die out of guilty joy
is just a proof of God telling me not to go
telling me not to quit
telling me to let go and fall into you again.

But I understood later
this inner glow of happiness
you certainly filled the room with
is not a message, not a sign
not for my eyes only
but just a little reminder to all of us
that sweet, spicy life has a chance in you
in me, in everybody
and we should be damn thankful for it.

Recklessly subdued
honestly demented
that’s me when your hand touches me
and I won’t fight, I won’t strive
I’ll let the glow do what it has to do
deviously invented
actually subjective.

Perhaps I should find a radiance of my own
shine myself to death in an endless vow to life
caress the uncertain in your eyes
-which are so mine-
up to the heights of night
let this ancient glow flow deep and rise ahead
where all the light is one
where all flames reunite.