by Avril Amaya
The Church is dark.
There is one candle.
The light that has always been and will always be.
Above, a dark sky with a million sparkling lights.
Is there more dark, or more light, up there?
A perfect balance. Clarity of love.
The candle flickers.
As I light your empty wick, it takes some effort
In that millisecond, there is the confusion that comes with relationship,
radiant gifts doubling as the gateway to pain
The millisecond lasts a long time
I forget what I am doing, lost for an eternal millisecond.
Finally your candle bears the flame.
You shine bright.
I pull my candle away, shake off the intensity of the transaction
We are Two Light Bearers.