I want to be that light.
There are no words to describe the sensation I get when the sun melts softly into my skin on a winter’s morning.
There are no words to describe the rush of warmth I get when I open my blinds and the light tumbles in.
There are no words to describe how my heart sings when I look up at the sky.
That feeling, that indescribable feeling, sensation, long to hold that light, for just a moment, that’s the feeling I want to be.
I want to be that light. I want it to consume me.
I want people to look into my eyes and feel loved because there is an unshakeable, inescapable warmth shining through them, loving them.
I want people to come to me when they’re afraid, because they know that I will walk with them through the darkness. I will share my light.
I want to love with such passion and brilliance it’s like I’m an exploding star, setting the sky ablaze every evening.
Yes, I want to be that light.
A poem by Amy Codrington.