the glow and found

darkness surrounds me like a wool blanket, suffocating and tall
cold gusts of wind race by me, leaving me with chills
bright, white, and soft, the moon shines on the ground with a soft glow heading north
as I follow the path, more questions are raised than ever before
confused and angry, I have nowhere to run

the end of the path is shaded golden,
glowing and shining like a god
the closer I get the less lost I feel
the glow speaks to me of a magical concept, 
it has never been spoken of, 
until now.

what is this "love" you speak of?
does it cure the sick?
does it heal your broken limbs?
the glow responds with a curious remark.

"no, my dear.
it is a gift for the richest of people."
"but I am not rich," I tell the glow.
"quite contrary my dear,
you are one of the richest people I know of."
"how so?"
"your heart is of the purest ingredients, and that is what it means to be truly rich."

a sea of aqua eyes come near my hazel ones, and I hear a click
or rather, a connection
he stares into me, I into him
he is right, I am truly rich
I just needed someone to help me realize it

our lips connect, his taste of pure joy
makes me realize I am not lost any longer.

I am found.