The Gift

You're the right to my wrong,

the resurrection of bliss

in my sometimes dark and

twisted reason.

I burn not a candle but a torch

illuminating the corners

and opening the chambers

of a once-dead hope.

I offer my dreams with

addictive rush,

the gift to the giver.

Tie me to you in love knots,

I want to drown in your ocean.

You've branded my soul

with your drug and I am

hallucinating heaven.