Lights

In the dark cave of decrepit stories

We may huddle around the candle flames

of our love for each other

A candle here, a candle there

Carefully tended or carelessly snuffed out

We may wander

looking for another

Another light

Another one to light our candle

But if a chink of sky should show

through some surprising cleft of cave

If it should shine on you or me

I might see you transfigured

by amazing light

Not just the small circle of your face

but all of you lit up

and I would want you.

Or you might see me thus

and want my light

and we might cling to one another

But wait

Let’s climb together

Let’s find others

Make a pyramid

Let’s climb out.

©Wendy Mulhern

July 18, 2011