In Love, With Darkness

we do not want for sustenance
in the absence of luminance
while we share the same air
there is not the energy to care
and turn our faces to the self same sun
as darkness looms in the barrel of a gun
we live on the light of each other
the gloom acts only to smother
undaunted by the rain
with dying remnants of pain
we run, hand in hand, beneath the trees
and all that is left is some faint hope of release
brighter than a lightning flash
but what hopes are raised must crash
applauded by a thunder roll on high
without light; yet still we try