As an icon-lamp soft and lambent,
I’ll stay in your hands tonight.
Don’t despair, don’t break me, don’t stumble
Getting down the stony flight.

Please carry me very gently
Through the darkness of your manor.
The heartbeat will turn unruly,
And anxious, both mine and yours.

In the cave of your palms - a flicker,
A tiny delicate flame,
I’ll glow forever stronger
With the one who set me aflame.