Heavy clouds shut out the sun,
as I fell in deep.
Enconcsed in darkness, your hand was my rope,
Your voice led the way,
For this burrowed mole, you filled with hope.
How did you do it?
Butterflies dance to the tune of your laugh.
Your steps leaving trails of gold,
Sunshine in your wake.
The Earth had crumbled beneath me
Before your gleeful soul stilled my quake.
Your face is magic,
Like wrinkles carved from laughter.
Happiness etched into your eyes.
Knowing your smile could carry me home.
Oh, to die in your sunrise.