I feel the light, burning in the distance— It’s the light of a thousand fires, the light of a hundred candles, the light of a thousand souls burning in a hundred hearts (Can’t you feel the light, not only in the distance?)— but also in my heart.

there’s beauty in the silences that swirl ’round my room that enter into distances that flirt with the monsoon there’s something deep inside of me the eye, a growing storm I keep it close, this light you see to spark me bright and warm

months pass; leaves fall little children grow so tall footprints damp in rampant piles colors bright for just a while