A song for Candlemas

A day dawning
           sky blue with the cold
birdsong oblivious
           in defiance
the blunted thrum
           of traffic in the distance
and last night the moon
           the supermoon that makes
astronomers of us all
           and then the silence
as the world lay dormant
           And I think of candles
the flickering flame
           above pure white wax
lighting us into
            territories unknown
futures upon which
            no bets may be placed
days which I wish to live
           with my whole body
and with my whole heart
           with you

John Lyons