Perception

I’d like to say I’ve got it right
my Light can brighten
every night
but if I do
I’d lie.

If I looked through
your teary eyes
and held my own truths
against your skies
I’d like to think
they’d shine.

I’d like to lend
the lantern
I’ve been walking by,
when mine
seems right
or yours is low
but how differently we know the things we know!
you have your own light
and mine can’t brighten every night;

but from time to time,
when I am low
I’ll wish that I could borrow
just a little of your glow
And if you hold my hand,
I’ll let you try to make it so.