MY CERTAIN LIGHT

In quiet dusk, when shadows grow, And stars blink soft in evening’s glow, There stands a light that does not fade A steady flame the dark can’t shade. It does not shout, nor seek the skies, But lives within your patient eyes. No storm has dared to make it sway, It stays when all else slips away. You are that light so calm, so true, The path I walk begins with you. Though worlds may spin and time take flight, I always turn to my certain light. P.YOUNG ARISTOTLE ✍🏿❣️✅