The world darkens by in mist -
Cups of hot chocolate and darkened
windows; a wavering of glass in
light and puddles of water.
So they speak, and they are not
wrong - in the language of the
flowers, in love’s deathless song.
Let your fingers curl around the warmth
while it lasts.
Do not lose it-it is translucent
like fireflys, limited in time
like the grace of flight.
Hold on, dear one.
Do not falter and do not speak.
Only tenderly
sing
of beloved light.
It will never fade, only bend-
Let it curve around the lines of your
being until you are light and fire-laughter,
shaped into evanescence.
So you will learn.
So you will be.
And finally, since I've been friending people lately, let me extend a warm welcome to
silver_nyssa,
susalala,
thepodsquad,
ebolajez, and anyone else I may have missed but befriended recently. Welcome to my small part of the world! (Although I warn you. These are not my heydays. I just got off hiatus and may quite soon have to go back on it. Too many other factors influencing my life).