Lanterns
By Cam-Asher Bond
I thought, how could anybody be so perfect, and so illuminate my soul.
Like the lanterns of old that hang overhead,
Brightly lit, as if by the past, and by each generation’s love and loss.
Just as the burning flames of life, the glowing candles stood timeless.
Sometimes flickering in the wind, ebbing at the brush of cold,
And letting darkness show.