Alight Poem by Maria Justa Polotan

No words are needed when the bright of night
Is lit not by stars nor promise of light,
I crave not the fire of a ‘burning gaze’
Nor the ardor of the moon – in full phase.
How can I want more than what I possess?
In all truth, I have been seven fold, blest.
My world is already ablaze with you,
I do not need other colors to view.
I only know thus: should you ask this soul –
It will cry – Imperfection! But with you
….I am whole.