The Buddha laughs

When the lights blow out
Urchins erupt in joy
As if darkness were godsend,
Candles disappear and when found
Bring the walls alive,
One's a child again
Marvelling at the shadows
One can shape into deer or hound...
The air hums with unheard sounds
The empty chairs glow with life
The Buddha stretches and laughs
The streets flow with chatter and laughter
As one sits and comforts
A dying flame