Shimmering in the pale night,
Wings fluttering like leaves,
Coming to rest for a moment on a window-pane;
Looking in, at the candlelight that we can’t get to,
Longing to rest in the glow of the warm light.
But our wings must bear us forward, into the coldening air.
All our days which to us seem an entire lifetime,
Are but a few moments.
We may fly through darkness but there is light shining
From inside of us that will light our road
And the paths of others, if we share it.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by Alex Wigan