Oil Lamp
We all rely, on a flicker of light,
Be heaven, be heart, be hope.
Glimmer, glow, glitter or gold,
Our dreary lives- we cope.
The one I know to be my brace,
An oil lamp or a friend.
Not a fire, but not a flicker,
Free to learn, lean and depend.
Unfazed by wind or water alike,
She glistens; forever ablaze.
She grew, she changed, not shy of pain,
To the draft, at most she swayed.
In a haze of smoke, a tear was shed,
In sunlight, laughter heard.
In cafes, into the deep abyss,
Being, exist, absurd.
This lamp, I hope burns as bright,
For as long as the clay can bear.
If afraid, if flail, if in need of aid,
Know there's light, I will gladly share...