Adam To Eve

Bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh,
desire for completeness,
interrupting rest.
Once of me,
now wholly realized,
Fantasy fails,
the truth idealized.

Light Not Abandoned

When it comes time for the darkness to begin burning,
the reluctant rays of light will be yearning.
To last longer than a day.
To illuminate and show the way.
For clearer paths without shadow for misstep.
To give unobstructed light to guide,
and yet,
time and duty demands it acquiesce,
to the blanket of lights emptiness,
yet lest men stumble,
with sight not far,
it illuminates in night,
with moon and stars.