Smoking.
Burning bright,
Alighting the darkness.
Reaching into the depths,
Of all who seem lost and without.
The glimmer of any light, being
Awaited. So small it may be,
But great hope it brings.
Until one day, when,
The candle's light,
Goes out.
(written November 28th, 2007)
This is interesting, because if I recall, your post of this at WotR had a different shape (maybe it was centered), yet this works as well! Beautiful, beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteYeah...at WotR...it was centered...I don't have that option here. :(
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