One candle is enough. Its gentle light will be more suitable, will be more gracious when the Shades arrive, the Shades of Love.
C.P. CavafyDays to come stand in front of us like a row of lighted candlesโ golden, warm, and vivid candles. Days gone by fall behind us, a gloomy line of snuffed-out candles; the nearest are smoking still, cold, melted, and bent. I donโt want to look at them: their shape saddens me, and it saddens me to remember their original light. I look ahead at my lighted candles. I donโt want to turn for fear of seeing, terrified, how quickly that dark line gets longer, how quickly the snuffed-out candles proliferate.
C.P. CavafyBody, remember not only how much you were loved, not only the beds you lay on, but also those desires glowing openly in eyes that looked at you, trembling for you in voices.
C.P. CavafyThe days of the future stand in front of us Like a line of candles all alight Golden and warm and lively little candles.
C.P. Cavafy