Dancing Light

The light of the candle on the move through the help of air

Once the electricity went to rest,

I did what I could do best,

Groped in the ocean of darkness,

To fight against shadows, looking for a wax.

 

Something didn’t want me to win over,

After letting the fingers work with care,

Reached I the goal,

Yes, in my fist was the candle.

 

Another effort was yet to follow,

The thing holding the spark of civilisation as we know,

Meant to perish the shadows are,

The shore thought I like Santiago was not afar.

 

The evil ministers were at work,

Sitting idly being dark,

In the Typhon-like-endeavour to stop my march,

And the invincible search.

 

Waiting I was for the glow as beautiful as the setting sun,

And like octopus, I let the human tentacles run,

The lighter didn’t pain me quite,

It kissed the string and was born the dancing light!

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Your theme is presented...with the candle in the write...yet this one is missing --- to grab the reader in the lines...just as I read this work of yours...the other I read was more define...this does not reflect as much as the other piece...