The yellow soft glow spills quietly
Befriending the dark rain licked streets
A candle shivers in a quiet room
A whispering flame, a company
Shadows dancing with the light
Not competing but complementing
The soft glow warming not burning
Thriving gleefully not outshining
Together they breathe, inhale exhale
The wound and the balm, the grief and the grace
The night and the promise, abuzz with space
The pause and hum, in tender embrace
Sometimes, that is all we need
not brilliance and grind
Just incandescence – a soft gentle presence
For our days to shine