Oil Lamp Poem by Fuad Rifka

Oil Lamp



Through the streambeds of darkness
through its cracks
a face always peers out,
approaches,
lights the oil lamp and whispers.

His hand in mine
we head for mountain chains
and the flower of dusk.

Saturday, October 11, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: chains,flower
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