A tiny flickering flame
Let's celebrate the light coming back
Even though the ground has been white for months
And flakes fall fat through the frigid air All my earthly senses say
Cold silent dark
But there are fires stirring inside
Flickering flames of desires yet unnamed
They warm me
Do I fan them?
Perhaps it is time to leave behind the crystalline stillness
Let it melt into the flows that will grow up this year
Grow up me
And so they dawn crowns of light
And dance
The givers of light they call themselves
And we eat golden grain fired into cakes
And drink the red ripeness of summer
"We give it to you" their angel voices cadence...
I feel it
"Lo siento"
Is how they say sorry in Spanish
"I feel it"
The longing empty
The goodbye place
As time takes a step
It is the part that looks back
On what was
Smiles the smile of seeing it was
All-ways good
No thing to be sorry about
Except for any ignorance of the beauty
But it cannot be held
Must be all-owed
To light the halls of
Memory
In the vaults of his-story
The only way is forward
Toward flames yet unseen
It is not so easy to see from this vantage
dark and hazy
Take a breath
And a step
Wait
I take one candle
From the blazing memories
To remind me
All-ways good
