Your Light

Your light was not

as bright as

I believed it to be,

but I allowed myself

to be blinded by it;

I caught the sun

and held it for a moment

and even in burning

I held onto a hope

misguided and misplaced,

dimmed by darkening skies

and the frailty of reason.

I only sought truth

in your illumination

and to share the peace

between artist and Muse.

Instead I found

I was the light

in your shadow.