And now? It’s all for you, and there's nothing more I'd rather give or thing I'd rather do, for if everything’s all I've ever wanted, and if everything is you, I'd sooner snuff a thousand suns than lose the light we grew.

So stopper all your flickers that wreak havoc with the lens, my little light she radiates and hands me back my pens; like a steady stream of sunlight that knows not of how or when it ever came to be the night forgot that it could end.

They sat right where they stood, not crumpling, but grounding a moment, to savor the songs of a late artist who sang of wildflowers and of falling, live in concert, in a different life when they too had life yet left to give.

Her concentration on the performance matched only by my attempt to capture this; my wife, my daughter, on the kitchen floor, reliving music of yesteryear; a life left behind so this could be mine.

Remind me who I am on days that wear me down to beaten stubs; reducing me to work unpaid or drink alone instead of pubs.

It's in that moment before I reach for hardware or glassware, just take my hands and tell me you understand why each feel intrinsic to my growing brand,

but need not, and should not, and cannot ensue if I want to be remembered for the art I pursued, not the business, the indulgence; get back to what's true! Remind me my legacy's in all that I do.

Give me a promise that I could never break and take from me the freedom to repel the make-believe I held to be true, until you; had I knew that sacrifice to save your life is no price at all for how I'd fall and fall and fall on every sword to see you from the blade. How could I have known to 'die for you' was not a promise to step before the shot, but how I could not live if I did not.

Find me. For once let the breadcrumbs be enough, let my heat unhide me through the walls, and my passive passion wreak on the breeze. Find me, a festering mess of promises, a stale sense of self-grandeur now hard enough to beat at anything that even dares reconstitution. Leave me. I feed on the friction this contradiction supplies. But I still need you to find me. I love it when you try.