A Melting Candle Sits
A melting candle
Is, atop mine open sill
As a refuge through and through
What breaks the twilight swill
Pierces blackened night
And in proxy cries the fiery light
A time to oft enflames to flicker
Against fighting odds and winds do kill
But, the wax it softens flowing thicker
Becomes molten liquid, pure
As teardrops, drips of life go quicker
Falling down, surround a hardening heart
As half lit shadows begin to stir
Across an ever nebulous mind of sorts
And where a solemn figure sits
Waiting for return of love's visage
Past into waning hours
Hoping its presence shall soon pay a visit
In the touch of tomorrow's lips
Copyright © Michael Smith | Year Posted 2012
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