It was just a journey. A period in time. Before you started to look much older. A house on a hill. A coastal view. An empty space filled. Days that led to weeks and some months. Late spring into early summer. Darkness progressively fading. There were some bright blue skies and seas. These colours would fill days. Boundaries between morning and night would disappear. A perfect haze. There was significance. It was something significant. There was potential for roots. Some germination. For mature plants to develop. In a seaside garden. But plants for seaside gardens need to have a level of adaptation. Good genetics. Not mutations.
It is at this point. A question. Are you the candle so oft discussed. Are you. A nightlight in darkness. Second quarter warmth. A flicker of fond memories. The worship of wax and a wandering mind . The crux of a lament that once ignited is a journey. To a point where skins and souls melted. And for a period a house on a hill with a coastal view looked from the outside to be yellow and red and orange and blue.