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The Candle
How can you love a shadow?
Cling to something you can't hold?
A moment brighter than the sun,
Of Destiny foretold.
Who can say where the wind will blow?
What tomorrow might find?
I lay the pieces, one by one,
To the altar of my mind.
Would I change it had I known?
Would the words purse on my lips?
Or would that soulsame touch have died
Beyond these fingertips.
The essence sinking like a stone,
I close my eyes to hold on.
All tribute to senses denied,
To a single candle drawn.
Till the last of dreams, like ashes,
Soul wakened to price of trust,
In a flicker of wind fall away
To be sifted with the dust.
Tomorrow just a bastion
To the hope I'll never find.
I snuff the flame and turn away
From the altar of my mind.
Published 9th Apr 2016
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9th Apr 2016 5:27am
Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh..... love the blend of spiritual imagery and metaphor with brilliant depiction of doubt and resignation. well done. Rhyme scheme is looser than i usually see from you but it doesnt detract at all.
10th Apr 2016 5:54am
