I don’t remember days,
But I do remember moments
Giving light to the unspoken;
Occasions when two hearts
Burned as one flame;
(A candles conflux
Creating shades
Of Blue
Umber
Aureate
And orange)
Nuanced interplay
Defying and defining the dark;
Loves perfectly imperfect harmonies
Quivering and fluttering like candlelight;
There is life and rhythm in the flame…
.
(Perhaps)
From the unseen
All possibilities begin to
Form within the mind, and,
From the spirit a spark is placed
Upon our beating hearts that
Ignites within us purpose
.
And when clear eyes
Are busied with language,
They are like a glowing wick;
A transition surrounded by light.
And then… what we’ve been shown,
Others will see as well for the given time…
.
richard lloyd cederberg
2018
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