Lightness

Gentle candle Bliss me as your son On the Earth Gentle candle Spread your light over me Like a blessing A dressing heal Meal for the soul Bowl from the soil Sacred and special gift Don´t permit me to drift Neither cause of my weepy eyes Nor cause even dangerous shifts Like my human companions I´m fragile, splinting sand So, hold my hand With your soft flames That I don´t blame the universe For my pains For the rains, for the scalding sun That I don´t want to run From the perishes, from the ashes Nope. I only hope Peace.

Marco Villarta Lavras, 26 de outubro de 2021