I have been here
forever
and a day
inhabiting a temple
– not my own –
adorning it with choicest flowers
and burning incense
in the name of hope.
But when there were no flowers,
no incense and no light,
that’s when inhabiting the temple
became a chore too dangerous – a plight –
The walls stood desolate.
the altar stripped of love.
hours went by in silence –
aeons elapsed in shadows
too thick to dare breathe through.
I have been here
forever
and a day,
amid the silent shadows,
waiting for the right moment
to light a hopeful match
02/10/2013