By Candlelight

Sitting in a glass with no sounds… The candlelight pours where my words are found… No echo’s heard as the walls grab my voice… Absorbed from the pages with little choice… The flickering flame plays with my pen… Tickling the words from now and then… Lasting impressions fall from my poetic sky… Onto my hands like tears from my eye… Lines wave like treetops in a breeze… Swaying emotions from the soul of me… The candlelight dims, as the world goes to sleep While into your dreams my words will weep…