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By wolfscreamer Date: 2003 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.03.02.01.20400]] |
| I sat in my local pub last night drink in hand just watching the world go by in front of me, new lovers hand in hand taking their seats at the cosy intimate corners of the bar, old lovers just happy to find a seat anywhere, young girls in groups giggling no doubt eyeing up the local "talent" who just walked through the door,a more "mature" group also eyeing up the young man but with a "spirit is willing,flesh is weak look in their eyes, in a far corner a group of lads are watching the girls but need a few more beers inside before the courage to approach invades.I see the light in their eyes, be it of optimism, anticipation, fear or hope it burns brightly.We all have this light, for some its a 250 watt brightness freshly lit, for others its a neon strip steady and reliable.Others amongst us have the candlelight,we have the thrill of the first illumination as the magical spark brings it to life, the dancing flame casting hopeful shadows in our mind, we have the comfort as it slowly burns,safe with the knowing time is on our side yet inside already knowing its running out, but we have the sadness as reality kicks in.The dancing flame no longer casts hopeful shadows, now they are of sadness as we realise the light is fading, I,ve lit a few candles along the way some I must admit I was glad to see go out, some wouldn,t even light despite repeated attempts at the spark.One shone brighter than all the rest, lit up my life like eternal sunlight but like all candles it had to burn out.The embers of that candle still occasionally flicker into light in my eyes but now only as moonlight.Maybe one day I,ll invest in a 250 watt but for now I,ll live with the moonlight. |