Poem: Candle Light

I live in candlelight

Shrouded by darkness

Within me, the hero and the enemy

But I,

I live in candlelight

I too dance and freely I move

A village takes for granted the flame of a candle

Lost in the vanity of a mirror

My prison no longer

For I live in candlelight

And when I feel the spirit I want to cry

Like a great bird in flight above the sky

I fear not the frost of cold

Nor the burn of sun

It is Pagan wisdom

"come back to me child," it whispers

Pushing through the matrix of my heart

Releasing me from the dark

I am not who I once was

I am not quite who I am

In-between the space of foreign land

No sexual being

Divinity seeks me and I, it

Overflowing emotion of joy

I thank the spirit

-celina