Should I compare you to a moonless night ?
The poor night doesn’t have a chance.
The darkest sky still fades to white
and blots the stars with morning’s consequence.
And those stars ? It takes all day to drive
above the haze and lights just to see some.
And if it’s cloudy, what then ? Nice try,
no cigar, turn around and go home.
But your shimmer just never quits —
like mercury flung across a velvet cloak,
like the sun in my eye after it sets —
You’re brightest in a world gone dark.
As long as I still have my wits about me
I’ll take your flame and keep you with me.