Today Poem by pearl ranama

A lone candle held by darkness
In a corner,
With hands flexing
Furiously throwing
A heavy blanket on yesterday...

Fingers so smooth,
A caressing touch to what they choose,
Like flashlights
Like excited rays of sun
Their presence wholly
Brighten up tomorrow.
Today

Sometimes it blinds
What it holds not seen...
Sometimes it shines at a perfect degree...
Most times it always remembers
To let its flame dance,
Dance with the winds of change,
And not forget its glimmer.

Quirky is what it is
Being both light and darkness
Light.
For now and then,
Then!
When something lives,
Darkness.
4 those that fade now and then,
Then!
When something loses out and dies.

A quirk propped up in a moment in time
With no offspring of its kind.
A mystery
We call today
A stray...