Zach Daujotas
Photography and Poem By Walker Ciliberti
The room is dark, a single window looks onto the world a sky of night covers the land open blinds allow for glimpses of light Many pass by, their shine setting the room alight many are bright, but few shine for long Fleeting, fast. Bright, but false. But there are the few, which shine both bright and true These honest lights are more than glimpses Their warmth lingers, their shine echoes; as these bright true lights come from within Flames instead of bulbs, their iridescence Dances across the walls Each light illuminates corners of the room left unseen These lights, these flames that set the room alight Burning from the inside These inner flames keep the room alive, and warm the untouched corners And while their warmth may sometimes fade The feeling lingers on the walls, Since these glimmers stayed till fading. Never permanent but always closer, with these Flames the room shall always have light.