Transfiguring the Dark

I love…
… the words you wrote me:  I feel your hands tracing my body; I feel your lips on my neck; I feel your warm skin on mine; I feel your breath on my shoulder; I feel your arms holding me tight…

From “You” by Louis Untermeyer
You are
All things to me –
Things near and far –
Sun, moon, and star –
The earliest lark at dawn
Before the stars are gone –
The spark
Transfiguring the dark –
A singing shaft of light
Scattering the night.