Give Me That Light

I licked my soup bowl clean and walked outside.
There, I was greeted by travesty,
as a young grungy man approached me asking for money.

He said to me he was trying to escape an addiction,
one he'd been battling for years
as he tried to cope with a newfound popularity.

I told him "You need to find a new light by which
you can find your way out of the darkness, for you
are the only one to blame for your inability to live a normal life."

So he walked with me to the intracoastal pier,
and we sat under the luminescence of the moon,
discussing how it had found its light.

It was then that he confessed to me that he had
once loved me before but was too damn
stubborn to appreciate all the love I had given him.

He said, "Bring back the light so I can find happiness,
to bring back vivacity in my music, so maybe I can see again
how I'm supposed to appreciate life."

I didn't know what to say, but I knew what to do.
It meant I had to show him the way, and this time it would last forever,
as he had gained new eyes.

I gave him a home where there was everlasting light.
I gave him the light so he could come alive, and for
all of eternity he would stay in my company.