in the darkness of night
we light candles.
Books are candles for me;
so is music;
so is friendship.
Accept infinity.
live in eternity.
we are dearly loved.
Wait.
night stopped.
Start over
and stop again.
Start once more
and finally
another star
be love.
Amen.
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I wrote the above poem the other day.
And today I saw it come to life.
The day started like night
but candles were lit for me
by sweet May and Coop
who felt the need to serve their mother
with rags and spray bottles.
Sometimes love looks like
a clean bathroom
and vacuumed floors.
It’s all the candles I needed
until the stars came out again.
