::: the candle of light :::

the eight of us

look at the light
look at a bird learning to fly
a fallen angle resting on the earth
the earth,
our mother of land and water

let's build a bridge to overlook the water
let's touch up the wick of a wet candle in the dark
it'll burn as a running river
passing by the mountains and the unknown
until it goes to a resting place
the life of a candle is all the light

how can we ask for something
more than the beauty of wax it turns into