Candela Lit

Candela lit
now lites my room of world
as it streaks as fingertips golden
leaping skipping
and stretching herself
across
the very framework
and canopy of my world
yes loft
understanding the boundaries
in arrayed display
for the walls
that do shackle me
does the lite know as well
thwarted by walls
slumping back in withdrawal
she seeks for a new path
of which to roam free
walls of stone
ceiling of brass
her efforts
abandoned
she settles in place
yet a soft breeze quick
awakens her
stirring her youth
her passion emboldened
her flame stirred afresh
she sways in a new dance
flickering at bay
no respecter of boundaries
brass masters her not
lite seeks where her will
pulls
and tugs on her lot
finding in nightfall
no rest nest at all
she scatters herself gracefully
as does a dancer in turn
eye warmed by her movement
heart hushed by each churn
glimmering sunlit glitter
her dance to perform
the nightfall her audience
her footstool
my throne
flame softly swaying
my eye fond amused
her glitter unfolding
my heart stands in salute
to the grandest of motion
ones eye can inhale
the flame of the candela
heralding
all is well.

Rodney Evan Bohen