Almost two months have passed since the Lantern was last ignited. Once bright glow paled into flicker; lone, distant star in the vast darkness of southern summer sky. Only enough light to guide its keeper to return.


To return to words under the Lantern’s soft gleam, the keepers only home.

And as everyone knows, when weary wanderers return home, stories are told of what has come to pass.

This is one such story;


The Immigrant’s Love Song 


Let us not speak about love,

we each first learned of in different words.


Let me tell you instead why I search for the bluest shade of blue in your eyes,

in this sacred hour of night while milky summer sky cradles me into dawn, and

lonely rivers of time rush silently by my window.


To glance into depth of one distant sea you have never seen,

where small waves break over the rocky shores and

air smells like pines and oleanders after the first rain.


Oh how it rains on those islands!

Big, warm, droplets dancing in narrow, cobbled streets, and

washings our mothers hung getting drenched,

small children giggling in puddles.


Let us not speak about love,

we each first cried for in shades of different autumns.


Let me tell you instead why I search for a shelter in your arms,

in this tender hour of dusk, while first flame of orange ignites the sky,

and lone sparrow flies by.


To hide from nameless graves hidden in birch forests,

to wash away all the tears, and all the sorrows,

to dry tiny droplets of blood sparkling in the early snow,

jewels of burned thresholds.


Let us not speak about love,

we each first knew joy from, in colours of different spring.


Let me touch your face instead, even if just for a moment,

trace my fingers gently across your lips,

breathless with desire, and

whisper into your ear secret words of an old tongue,

to awaken the magic,

so that I could lie down next to you, and

become the light of home,

as pure and as innocent as

a tear from a child’s eye.




Author: Daniela

Reader, Writer, Mother, Freethinker, Habitual Day Dreamer, Blogger - Sharing Ideas, Poetry, Prose, and Conversations on the Lantern Post!

35 thoughts on “Return”

      1. This is such a wonderfully warm comment … thank you -:)!

        It has just passed midnight here in my little corner of the world!

        Wishing you a great day,


  1. Daniela, I’ve missed you and your delicate, vivid writing.
    This is an amazing example of full-scene, full-emotion writing. I loved the details about the children giggling in the puddles as well as the lovers’ language.


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