Can I get there by candlelight?

Wax Light | - Life in stills and words. Online Photo-journal of Sasha Manuel

“.. every creature held its breath and the fireflies glowed brighter than they had ever glowed in their lives, each one convinced that this at last was love..” ~ Neil Gaiman, Stardust

Summer moves further away with each flicker; melts with the fading wax light. Weather, damp. Sentiment, dewy. Recalling a dubious desire with an ambiguous call to wait, the silent darkness nods.

I echo the question, “Can I get there by candlelight?”

Fragmented sadness and hope resolute came drifting in as the half moon rises on a half heart. And then the seasons said nothing at all, and there was only quietness in the summer-end glade.

Trivia: Photo taken in my room during an unscheduled power-outage, Manila, Philippines; July 2012.

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