Lights

In the dark cave of decrepit stories
We may huddle around the candle flames
of our love for each other
A candle here, a candle there
Carefully tended or carelessly snuffed out
We may wander
looking for another
Another light
Another one to light our candle
But if a chink of sky should show
through some surprising cleft of cave
If it should shine on you or me
I might see you transfigured
by amazing light
Not just the small circle of your face
but all of you lit up
and I would want you.
Or you might see me thus
and want my light
and we might cling to one another
But wait
Let’s climb together
Let’s find others
Make a pyramid
Let’s climb out.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 18, 2011




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