Illumination Poem by Tsani Jones

The light of a thousand suns
Meets the glow of a thousand full moons
When she enters a room.
I am the only one who sees,
I feel the warmth like a lantern
In nuclear winter.

I feed from her
Bring her inside of me
From the darkness.
She is blind to her own light,
Cannot see herself as I do
In the warmth only I feel.

Look all you wish,
You will never see her as I do,
Your vision is blind to our world,
Our reality.
I stand on a tall precipice and
You cannot reach that high.

What you believe, and what you see
Are no match to my eternal eyes.
Your petty reality is removed
From my existence.
But her radiance lights every movement,
Every thought, every breath.

We are consumed, into the nether,
An island to ourselves,
Where our love burns like the furnace
From which we fire the best slag
Of this humanity.
Across the planes we connect to be unbroken.

This cannot die, my love.
It cannot fade or rot.
No weakness in the fortress,
Or cracks to a petty assailant.
Your beauty paints my mind
Vivid, indelible.

She is my light in midnight,
The sweetness of breath when
There is no air,
My soul when all is vacant,
The ocean when all is desert,
A rest within the fury.

In her arms time does not exist,
In her eyes the eternal arises.
She is the context
I the perpetual language that binds.
Without one, there is no page;
Without the other, there is no book.

This is the illumination.