Flame

alone, I hold my wick
and guard its flickering light
begging through
the cavernous shadows
for one who’d share their flame

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Afterglow

darkness juxtaposed with light
seems ever blacker when compared
after the sunset, yet who wants to live
in an eternal night?

Consumed

those casting
the brightest light
burn most fiercely
but at what cost?

To an Optimist

I had forgotten
the way you walk:
ambling upon
the clouds

Una luz preciosa

tus ojos son brillantes
y tu sonrisa como el sol
en una noche negra
yo tengo un farol

Renewal

Let me be the sun or moon
who may go dark for a while
but comes back
ever brighter

A Bright Light

What sweet words have I
against the succor of your eyes
which find me a flame
while mine reflect
a similar brightness?

Together we outshine the sun;
We have no need for moon or stars

Incandescence

Your love is incandescent —
bringing me a light within
easily renewed by
thoughts of you.

Even the sun dims at dusk
and rains threaten
heaven’s grace.

But your love is incandescent.

It transforms me into the joy
reflected in your eyes.

Grace

If your gaze were but a book
Such intricacies would speak a look
And power behind that loving stare
Would whisk me away from tedious care
Of that mundane uninspired everyday
Enticing me to cavort and play
In the idolized light of your grace —
For where you dwell is Eden’s place

Athena

O’er the hill he rides his steed
To memory’s eternity
Years past the deed
The children still whisper of his face
The lance, the chariot, the fearsome mace
The mysterious knight
Against the fading light
The dragons slayed
And the grateful maids
Send shivers of pleasure when again told
Those bygone chivalric tales of old
Yet sunset spells a specious cast
It was her, not his name, that should last.