I hide my flame amongst the embers, slowly burning there
a little light remains as assssh, fuming gasssseoussss screams
a waft of smoke ascends from where, my little light does flare
to lurch in shadows on the wall and burst to sparks that sigh;
my lowly ember flickering flame may be all my fire seems
to dance with stars in the night, is what my fire dreams ...
Light like shrapnel dancing in every direction,
Bemusement and fear alike are born from this celebratory waltz, as often are with you.
A pang like hunger, growls low from the bush with leering, darted eyes,
Averted and illuminated only by the light which jabs scant through the air.
Still, skiddish at the light and sound, it lurks waiting for a chance.
How peculiar, now, that you would run from it, avoid it's foray fervently,
as chilly air sweeps the burning embers swiftly still.
Hunt; it will if it must, but how odd the chase seems now in this mocking distant light.
Light like shrapnel dancing on a lynx.
Slivers of light
make their way
into my room
You can watch the
dust in the sunbeams
We're always
trying to catch
a shaft of light in our hands
Always missing the goal
Breathe deeply
The air is redolent
with spring
Let's not despair!
Light keeps filtering
through
Though we can't touch
or catch it
We surely can take
delight
In the warmth
of the sun
As we continue to orbit
the nearest star