The night outside
Vast and void
Cannot break into this room.
The light
That shines
And shows my face to you
Keeps him at bay.
And though the reflections play
Upon the glass
And show the one the other
In a distorted mess,
That black shade remains.
And if ever
I stray from you, my
Eye will meet his gaze.
He’ll permeate my thoughts
And set my mind ablaze,
Until my flower-plucking day:
When I, from you, shall be stolen away.
Azure Bell 