light in the window

Candles waver 
warm but soulless; 
eyeless, earless, 
lonely warmth, 

Every breath that
mists the window 
comes to them in
threatening storms.

Drowning one side; 
blown the other - 
not alive but
seeming so - 

bravely standing, 
eerie sentinel., 
Constant dying,
constant hope . . . 

© Lynn Lundell 2021 #pagesfromtheattic