Starlight In Her Eyes

As he enter his spirit cave
the flame of a candle guides his way,
As it flickers in the gentle darkness
he wonders what artist left these
icons along the western walls.

Meandering further to the bedrock
he crosses a deep stream
and cast his fingers into the cool waters.
He finds a smooth stone
once rough but worn by the eons.
There is sorrow for the sightless creatures
that inhabit a sunless life
that never know a shadow
in a shadowless world.

A bat wing suddenly brushes against the candle
crushing out the flame leaving a curtain of darkness;
yet a sliver of light remains.
He discovers it must be the starlight in her eyes
who is standing next to him.
She is the artist.
He reaches into his pocket finding another match
comforted by this thought.

(from my pirate)