Her face
shining in the dead of night.
Her soul
shining to keep the light.
She brings me back
from the edge I walk.
She brings me back
with a simple talk.
Her eyes
shining across the miles.
Her heart
shining through all the trials.
She brings me back
to a place I need.
She brings me back
where I don't bleed.
Does she know
what she's done?
Does she care
that I feel?
Can she know
that the light has won?
Brian Hinckley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-face-2/
