Love

Sometimes, it is all you have,
all you cling to,
a lamp in the dark

so black,
so unpredictably fearful
that even the slightest flicker

is enough.

About the poem

I think sometimes, that love is light. Whether we are seeing it spiritually, like a candle in the dark, or romantically, with the fireworks of passion. It is light in a world that at times, feels dark.

And so we are drawn to it, whether the light is a roaring bonfire, or a flickering lamp. We are drawn.

Tom

PS – The photograph was a “throwaway” from a professional shoot I was doing for Authentic Designs a couple of weeks ago. A botched shot. But just like in life, often there is magic in mistakes.