Light

Flame-licked logs
warm our room
Where sitting we once
talked
of life, love, and our time and destiny

Silvio sings
Unicornio in the background

Voices ring out from the other
room
Clattering of dishes and glass
Discussion of yesterday’s political events

Alone
in this room
surrounded by Camus, Sartre,
our dear friend Kazantzakis
Alone
counting heartbeats
milliseconds
Waiting
Waiting

It is you
my love
for whom I wait

My religion –
odd thought, that –
is to love you

Light that had entered my life
Brightening a dark room
As the flame-licked logs
here
brighten and warm
this room of ours

You are that light
I am that room

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24 November, 2012

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