Pilgrim has to move

Jessica lights the lamp

The Pilgrim with downy eyes
Waiting outer temple door
Lifted his eyes. A jingle caused.
It’s Jessica’s anklet singing.
A glow seeping
From her Gleeful eyes
Tapped his gloomy indoors.


‘Waiting?’
He nodded.


‘For whom?’
He sighed.


She knew it was now
For the wine mouthed Stephanie;
With a sad smile she reminded.


‘You are a pilgrim.
You should not stay.’


‘After swimming many
Seas of eyes I await;
My east is reached.’

In Stephanie’s skies
Sun is dead.


No, truth needs to be
Known not told.

She entered sighing into
The temple with
Oil in her cask.


The inner lamps
Sent their rays
One after another
To reach the pilgrim.


Jessica prayed
For lighting him.