a flicker of warm light
and your face is all that I see.
Thunderclouds are silenced,
burned away and
my chest is left open to
our place under the opal sky.
The light is our soft romance
and our candlelit meal for two...
A Benedictine Monk
cold stone chambers sees
an ascending soul,
a solitary light in all the
'Sed libera nos a malo'
love - bites
but please don't stop...
In his lust,
Mould moments of my skin
and keep them
'Put that down,
PUT THAT DOWN!'
Mum told us
If you play with fire
you're going to get burned.
is the mathematical distance
you can see a flame in the dark
This is the symbol of our nation.
'Not by might, nor by power, but by my spirit'
This nine branched lamp symbolizes that our Israel.
has courage, those may be their Qassam rockets,
but those are our sirens.
and that humming you hear is our drones
over their heads.
What enchanting light...
what God are you? Oh
what magic do you hold, what glory...
come closer str.....
What died so I could read?
The tallow is a pig
the squealing embers
here comes the candle to light you to bed,
And I curled, vulnerable to the shapes in the window
with my feet creeping further under the duvet.
The shadows were melted, cut, distorted on
my bedroom walls.
A primal evil will danced by the light of the flame
until I shut my eyes so tight,
that I slept it away.
here comes the chopper to chop off your head.
'No Jennifer, I just feel candlelight just adds a certain
to a room
'Quickly, before it turns septic.'
'This wont hurt boy'
'The fire, pass the fire'
'Quarterise it quick or he won't last long'
'bite down hard my lad, bite down hard'
Children hurtle down,
a Bombay slum to hear that.
'King Rama has returned,
light his path!'
The open sewers adorned in Ghee lamps
find such intense beauty as each quivering flame,
although so fragile, breathes the story
of the power of human spirit
unshakable against overwhelming odds.
*'The King of Ayodhya
Show his path for the Festival of Light!'