"Candle, wine, and Friends,
on a Springlike night
in mid-December.

This love I have for You
makes everywhere I look
blaze up. The tip
of every feather burns.

A deep Sweetness
comes through sugarcane,
in the cut reed,
and now it's in
the empty notes
of the flute.

Beheaded Lovers don't complain.
The live hidden underground,
like people in lava cities."


kaleidoscope - glen & ben straub
photo © 2012 the archive of light