Bruce Cockburn: Look How Far (1999)

on this rooftop where we’re sitting in the rays of the setting sun

glasses of wine on a crate between us catch the light,

seem to glow from within

and there’s a laugh hanging in the air

and there’s no desperation anywhere

so many miles, so many doors; some need patience, some need force

all fall open in their own due course to allow us this time

and you’re limned in light, golden and thin

looks to me like you’re lit up from within

and look how far the light came to paint you this way