The flicker from the lantern cast shadows in the darkness. To Kiran it appeared as if the God, Agni, himself had come to life and was dancing and leaping inviting her to join him in his writhing display. Sleep escaped her. Why was she here? What had she gotten herself into? The answer eluded her along with sleep.
You were swinging in the chair hanging from the tree. You told me that was the place you loved to look at the lanterns in the street. Water your eyes a bit and see the snowflakes of light. I love the way you see the world, and thus your way of thinking.
oh. light. how we see thing, is only by light. sometimes the light fades or so,etimes we close our eyes. but without light, there is nothing. Another great thing. We emit our own light, we brighten other peoples lives. I mean is there anything better. Can light be defined when the source is intangible?
She sat at the table reading a book by lantern. The wick flickered and the flame danced on the walls. It was quiet and peaceful allowing her to think and to breathe.
The girl carried her lantern, cold and solemn she wondered up the path from the light house, who’s light no longer brightened her way. As a crimson tear rivered its way down her neck, she was suddenly aware of the the throbbing in her temple. Wiping the sweat off her brow, her white sleeves which were once as pure as she, were now tarnished and torn. The blood and sand mucking their perfection, telling her story. She could taste salt and rust, a mixture of the summer sea air, her tears, and the blood that trickled past her mouth to her collar, staining her shirt as well as her soul.
It is quite a simple object really, first invented by man so long ago. It will provide light to even the darkest corners of the world and will always provide a usefulness to man kind. Even when all technology fails, this, a lantern will be all that’s left.
God. He is a lantern onto our path. A beacon of light, given to us to guide us on our journey. He has our destiny set and already knows everything in our lives, past, present, and future. He shows us the way.
A lantern reminds me of my love. A lantern brings light. So did she. She showed me possibilities that I didn’t think existed. She showed me how to love again. Thank you Jenna.
The lantern swung on it’s hook. They gazed at it in silence. After what had just happened, they weren’t ready to talk just yet. Except for the little idiot.
“So does this mean we’re not friends anymroe?”
It was a cool light, illuminating a mostly empty cell. It didn’t shine, that lantern, like a star or a sun or any other cliche. It just sat there, welcoming, as if knowing that I would not see another light for many long years.
a lantern lights the night sky like my love for you, you will never dim like the lightbulb in my room.
I hope you glow forever in my life.
Please let me be your wife.
The lantern danced. The flame twirling in the icy Alaskan wind. I watched it’s warmth as I lied dying in the snow. The wind mercilessly whipping the fire until only smoke rose.
the lantern lights the city streets, the lantern lights a home, not a modern light fixture but it gets the job done. I wish i had a lantern, they look neat and give off a sort of warm glow that would make me feel relaxed and comforted. Some sort of oil is pourn into the fixture which keeps the wick lit. I also imagine them in a romantic restaurant setting, a greek place perhaps or italian.
it lights my first kiss. slightly awkward, yet sweet with anticipation. the warm glow on his face, the air still hot blowing all around me. the paper lantern above us.
It glowed, that thing did. Not like a star or a harsh lamp. it just was, it was a constant stream of cool golden light, and it was the sole, unintentional comfort in the dank cell.
Lantern held overhead, Jack drifted into dusted cobwebs years woven. Creeping between pattered pews, I gazed beyond into scattered light, towards a single rosette window framing the hallways end.
The lantern was floating carelessly above the stars, not having any idea the significance of its purpose. It did not know that the man who would find it would be moved to tears by its radiating light. It did not know that the one who had sent it was desperate, the colourful paper her only hope.
The glow of the lantern pierced the deep black of the cave, causing rocks to shimmer brilliancy in the light. A fog was beginning to settle over the beach’s front where the cave stood.
The lanterns burned brightly in the hot summer air. It led us to an alcove where they were already positioned and waiting for us. It was a feeling of unknown excitement and I knew in that moment that I would never feel more alive than I did then.
As she held her paper lantern towards the sky, she had a feeling she would be seeing Jen again. Whether alive or in death she did not know, but the thought comforted her and helped to mend her broken heart. What she did not know was that he would be coming for her.
The lantern sits on my piano. I’ve had it for years, a gift from my father. The glass is green, and the chimney clouds when it’s used, but I love having it nearby. I’ve another clear glass one, a gift from my son. Bookends.
Forty years had passed since the cabin had seen guests; so when the family arrived they weren’t surprised of the shambles that remained. upon inspection there were little as far as equipment and furnishings. a lantern still hung above the wash bin, glass cracked, and some cutlery was strewn across the butcher block.
The path seems so dark sometimes. Cloaked in a veil of shade and obscurity, and I never know where it turns. That’s why I need a lantern to get through it. But where do you find a light lantern? Jesus of course! ;)
It floats, He thought it was magic. I knew better, I told him it was powered by love. I hope he never thinks otherwise. It floated up, and up, the the heavens. Goodbye we said, to our mother.
what is a lantern its for halloween it is so cool saying that word don’t you think haaaaaaaaaa so next time you want to say that word yea you heard me yes you do
In the dark cave sat Jordan, his lantern shook with every burst of wind. He wondered how in the world he got himself into this mess. To wait till morning surly ment to freeze to death, but he had to. For fear of the beast.
The lantern in the tree is so beautiful and full of life. It brings joy to the many children in Taiwan. Little kids love to take lanterns in to the wilderness and look for fireflies. This is the most beautiful joy in the world.
It was cold, dark, lonely. It was depressing almost. It was a country road, houses spread quarter miles apart. I was coming up to the first latern I’ve seen in ages. I felt as if It was ages, and I was going back ages, for the fact that It was a gas lantern on a wrought iron pole.
The jack-o-lantern leered at Sandra, its wide, toothy grin lit up from within by a flickering candle. She shivered slightly, even though she wasn’t the least bit superstitious.
I give light. I bring people to where they need to go. Can you possibly shine brighter than me? I am a small version iof the sun, and I encompass all that is good. I only let some people use me… Can you
I held the lantern tight in my hand as I tore down the stairs, leftfootrightfootleftfootrightfoot. I reached the large, wooden door and forced myself against it. And again. And again. And again. It buckled under my weight and the great shadow disappeared as my lantern filled the room. I saw her, wrapped in sheets. And I saw him. I drop my lantern.
The flicker from the lantern cast shadows in the darkness. To Kiran it appeared as if the God, Agni, himself had come to life and was dancing and leaping inviting her to join him in his writhing display. Sleep escaped her. Why was she here? What had she gotten herself into? The answer eluded her along with sleep.
You were swinging in the chair hanging from the tree. You told me that was the place you loved to look at the lanterns in the street. Water your eyes a bit and see the snowflakes of light. I love the way you see the world, and thus your way of thinking.
oh. light. how we see thing, is only by light. sometimes the light fades or so,etimes we close our eyes. but without light, there is nothing. Another great thing. We emit our own light, we brighten other peoples lives. I mean is there anything better. Can light be defined when the source is intangible?
She sat at the table reading a book by lantern. The wick flickered and the flame danced on the walls. It was quiet and peaceful allowing her to think and to breathe.
The girl carried her lantern, cold and solemn she wondered up the path from the light house, who’s light no longer brightened her way. As a crimson tear rivered its way down her neck, she was suddenly aware of the the throbbing in her temple. Wiping the sweat off her brow, her white sleeves which were once as pure as she, were now tarnished and torn. The blood and sand mucking their perfection, telling her story. She could taste salt and rust, a mixture of the summer sea air, her tears, and the blood that trickled past her mouth to her collar, staining her shirt as well as her soul.
they were glowing, like stars in the night
bathing us with light
i just wish i could be
one of them
too
It is quite a simple object really, first invented by man so long ago. It will provide light to even the darkest corners of the world and will always provide a usefulness to man kind. Even when all technology fails, this, a lantern will be all that’s left.
God. He is a lantern onto our path. A beacon of light, given to us to guide us on our journey. He has our destiny set and already knows everything in our lives, past, present, and future. He shows us the way.
A lantern reminds me of my love. A lantern brings light. So did she. She showed me possibilities that I didn’t think existed. She showed me how to love again. Thank you Jenna.
The lantern swung on it’s hook. They gazed at it in silence. After what had just happened, they weren’t ready to talk just yet. Except for the little idiot.
“So does this mean we’re not friends anymroe?”
It was a cool light, illuminating a mostly empty cell. It didn’t shine, that lantern, like a star or a sun or any other cliche. It just sat there, welcoming, as if knowing that I would not see another light for many long years.
a lantern lights the night sky like my love for you, you will never dim like the lightbulb in my room.
I hope you glow forever in my life.
Please let me be your wife.
The lantern danced. The flame twirling in the icy Alaskan wind. I watched it’s warmth as I lied dying in the snow. The wind mercilessly whipping the fire until only smoke rose.
the lantern lights the city streets, the lantern lights a home, not a modern light fixture but it gets the job done. I wish i had a lantern, they look neat and give off a sort of warm glow that would make me feel relaxed and comforted. Some sort of oil is pourn into the fixture which keeps the wick lit. I also imagine them in a romantic restaurant setting, a greek place perhaps or italian.
I would like to have a floating lantern and attach a note to it. that would tell someone how amazing they are, if it is ever found.
Also at my wedding.
it lights my first kiss. slightly awkward, yet sweet with anticipation. the warm glow on his face, the air still hot blowing all around me. the paper lantern above us.
It glowed, that thing did. Not like a star or a harsh lamp. it just was, it was a constant stream of cool golden light, and it was the sole, unintentional comfort in the dank cell.
Lantern held overhead, Jack drifted into dusted cobwebs years woven. Creeping between pattered pews, I gazed beyond into scattered light, towards a single rosette window framing the hallways end.
The lantern was floating carelessly above the stars, not having any idea the significance of its purpose. It did not know that the man who would find it would be moved to tears by its radiating light. It did not know that the one who had sent it was desperate, the colourful paper her only hope.
The glow of the lantern pierced the deep black of the cave, causing rocks to shimmer brilliancy in the light. A fog was beginning to settle over the beach’s front where the cave stood.
The lanterns burned brightly in the hot summer air. It led us to an alcove where they were already positioned and waiting for us. It was a feeling of unknown excitement and I knew in that moment that I would never feel more alive than I did then.
As she held her paper lantern towards the sky, she had a feeling she would be seeing Jen again. Whether alive or in death she did not know, but the thought comforted her and helped to mend her broken heart. What she did not know was that he would be coming for her.
it glows and it shows it glow when it glows in the night! The lantern glows!
warmth radiates within. a feeling of safety, security. no reason to fear. protection is here. i can begin again.
We lit up the lantern in front of the fern, where she waited in turn for the judge to discern.
The lantern sits on my piano. I’ve had it for years, a gift from my father. The glass is green, and the chimney clouds when it’s used, but I love having it nearby. I’ve another clear glass one, a gift from my son. Bookends.
He will guide you like a lantern in the dark. For He does not judge, and he forgives. His heart is open for all of those who believe in Him.
Forty years had passed since the cabin had seen guests; so when the family arrived they weren’t surprised of the shambles that remained. upon inspection there were little as far as equipment and furnishings. a lantern still hung above the wash bin, glass cracked, and some cutlery was strewn across the butcher block.
The path seems so dark sometimes. Cloaked in a veil of shade and obscurity, and I never know where it turns. That’s why I need a lantern to get through it. But where do you find a light lantern? Jesus of course! ;)
It floats, He thought it was magic. I knew better, I told him it was powered by love. I hope he never thinks otherwise. It floated up, and up, the the heavens. Goodbye we said, to our mother.
light
bright
yellow
glow
warm
hard
bulb
tall
small
hot
fire
heat
what is a lantern its for halloween it is so cool saying that word don’t you think haaaaaaaaaa so next time you want to say that word yea you heard me yes you do
In the dark cave sat Jordan, his lantern shook with every burst of wind. He wondered how in the world he got himself into this mess. To wait till morning surly ment to freeze to death, but he had to. For fear of the beast.
The lantern in the tree is so beautiful and full of life. It brings joy to the many children in Taiwan. Little kids love to take lanterns in to the wilderness and look for fireflies. This is the most beautiful joy in the world.
It was cold, dark, lonely. It was depressing almost. It was a country road, houses spread quarter miles apart. I was coming up to the first latern I’ve seen in ages. I felt as if It was ages, and I was going back ages, for the fact that It was a gas lantern on a wrought iron pole.
The jack-o-lantern leered at Sandra, its wide, toothy grin lit up from within by a flickering candle. She shivered slightly, even though she wasn’t the least bit superstitious.
She wasn’t. Really she wasn’t.
It was dark. Only the lantern showed the way on the shadowy street. Rain was trickling down my hair, onto my jacket and my bare, milky white hands.
The shadows are located under lanterns. It seems like they afraid to hide in the darkness.
I give light. I bring people to where they need to go. Can you possibly shine brighter than me? I am a small version iof the sun, and I encompass all that is good. I only let some people use me… Can you
I held the lantern tight in my hand as I tore down the stairs, leftfootrightfootleftfootrightfoot. I reached the large, wooden door and forced myself against it. And again. And again. And again. It buckled under my weight and the great shadow disappeared as my lantern filled the room. I saw her, wrapped in sheets. And I saw him. I drop my lantern.