Where the Lamps are Made

This is where the lights are made,
where they are carefully forged,
wired and created,
works of art, less a factory
than a studio,
a place of precise magic,
every bright lamp
a beacon, a warrior’s promise
that dark can be defeated,
that romance exists and
there is room for it
despite the anger, tears and deceptions.

This is where the lights are made,
inside our heads, an idea,
a dream that refuses to die
no matter how many laugh or hurl
insults and dark history
they refuse to release. .

That darkness is theirs. This,
this light,
is yours.
created less of metal and wires
than heart and belief,
less technology
than soul.

This is where the lights are made.

About this poem

It’s a hard thing to accept that our light comes from within than from without. It’s contrary to how must of us have been raised, or let to believe. But if we can grasp it, truly grasp it – what a difference!

The picture was taken at Authentic Designs’ showroom in West Rupert, VT. They make exact, hand crafted replicas of antique lighting. Beautiful things. If you are ever in the area in the week, it is SO worth a visit.

Tom