The blaze of light burns passionately and glows as the stars hang in the sky like ornaments on a Christmas tree.
They sparkle as jewels do, when the light catches the gem’s heart. The smoldering wax in the burning light, will always melt as if tears are falling from one’s eyes.
It is the spirit weeping of a love that was never endured, shared or regarded as true.
Flaming brightly, it will stand presumptuously. Love that cannot be destroyed, it is there for a just cause, and to look at light through the windows of life. I see light essentially as part of human life.
By Frantine Speer