I light a candle
Maybe because it glows
Maybe because it's warming?
It rests beside
My computer pride
And there it shines
It sheds its light.
As I type, and as I see,
I see the candle, shining at me.
I like the shine, I see it gleam,
I seem to mind my shining stream,
More than the screen, more than my work,
At time flames flutter, goes berserk.
I hear it beam and I see light stream
The fire screams, only in my dreams.
Only in my vivid, imagined, notions.
I see the fires, the flaming, oceans.
That rise upon the new dawn of man!
I wonder - when - I will understand.