Sunday, September 12, 2010


My chatan has a soul that is worth more than rainbows of diamonds,
glittering gems scattered throughout an everlasting room.
To scale him in amethysts would be no merit;
he could not be ransomed for his weight in gold.
A flint kindles a light that fills
worlds, the shadows banished into nowhere.
If you are the flintbox and I am the light,
there shall be no more darkness, nor any night.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...


~Your chatan