My love changes with the dark

The breezy bright morning girl begins to doubt

Shadows casting through her crowded mind

Memories opened like ancient crypts

Fear flies into anger and dismay 

But let me show you my lady of the light 

Bouncing, shinning, beaming and laughing her infectious laugh

Fast thoughts, feelings, crackling into outer and inner space

Passion 

I will be your light my girl, I will be your light

We can walk those dark paths amongst the dreads

Fears crunching like leaves beneath our feet 

Mere whispers, blown away by the soft breeze of love