The Color of Light

There is darkness
in my soul,
a beast sly and cruel
who eats around the edges
and lurks in the shadows
waiting, always waiting
to pounce.

You are the fire
that holds the night at bay.
Nothing more.
Never less.
You are not the color of light.
You are the light itself.
Without you,
I can not see.
About this poem. 

A God poem. A love poem. Both.

Tom