blow out all the candles
kiss me
make my wish cum true
happy birthday to me…
poppies…
But also I say this: that light
is an invitation
to happiness,
and that happiness, when it’s done right,
is a kind of holiness…
— Mary Oliver —
don’t go where i can’t follow…
the couple…
They switch off the light and its white shade
glimmers for a moment before dissolving
like a tablet in a glass of darkness. Then up.
The hotel walls rise into the black sky.
The movements of love have settled, and they sleep
but their most secret thoughts meet as when
two colours meet and flow into each other
on the wet paper of a schoolboy’s painting.
It is dark and silent. But the town has pulled closer
tonight. With quenched windows. The houses have approached.
They stand close up in a throng, waiting,
a crowd whose faces have no expressions.
– Tomas Tranströmer –
little bits of light…
I can’t see it your way, you can’t see it my way please,
Maybe we’re too close to see,
Open up and let it be, all that it can be
Sometimes, just a little bit of light,
Little bit of light, little bit of light,
Is what I need
You shut down your borders,
Close your eyes and throw your words around,
When everything gets hard to take,
You disappear and hide away,
And hope you won’t be found,
Sometimes, just a little bit of light…
– Martin and James –
