The solstice is coming up; there is less light in the day; it’s cold; we’re lighting up our houses for the holidays–so, Editor Renée chooses “Light” as her theme. She says, “This is a good time to bring ‘light’ to our shortened days. Quintus responds with his poem, “Light.”
By Quintus Ni
How good if there had never been the sun in this world,
So I will not fall in love with it for its warmth
That inflated my sense of security.
How good if there had never been the moon in this world,
So I will not be touched by his beauty
That soft light in the night.
Why hadn’t I been dissolved in the sun,
Why didn’t you melt me earlier,
How can I make your light,
Quietly inlaid in the heart of the moon.
The moon, you are always so delicate,
Let me hurt you silently,
Can’t bear to say anything.
The moon, the gift you stole and give us
It’s a little light on my way.
It danced its wings, light and unrestrained.
Follow the rhythm of my heart,
I am intoxicated…
Holding that little firefly,
I recall the past and present, obsession and perseverance…
The light inside me is like that peony, proudly blooming.
Think of the world as it looks like this,
People one by one through sleepless nights…
Light Editor: Renée Vazquez
Lovely, Quintus! I used to grow peonies in my garden when I lived in a temperate climate. They smell so good and I really miss them.