The Wind Towards The Candle

A poem about dtermination

It was always about the night.

Always about our attempts to

dominate enveloping darkness.

We pushed it back. Cave mouths

belched fire to warn those legions,

while candles carried us outside.

It was not rocket science which led

us from the dull realm of Morpheus,

but our increasing mastery of light.

We danced at all hours under lasers,

while neon tried to win our favours,

but unforgiving darkness is forever

alert to the smallest crack in resolve.

We are upstarts. Any hint of deference

will draw the wind towards the candle.

Tony Noon