Treasure by my side

I believed treasure meant depth, meant dirt under the nails and maps torn at their ends.

But you were not hidden shining clear as a cut stone resting where my shadow fell.

While stars rehearsed their endings, you held the dark steady, patient with my fear of losing light.

Said, "open your chest and look at the gold inside"

So I watched every corner of my mind be filled with light. Is love another jewel for us to find? For now, all I need

Is the treasure of you by my side.