A Candle
A candle left
lighting through the dark,
lighting in our land, dearly it mourns you.
A candle left
as it lies by your body, seduced by your ode
futile to tame it's light
solid, illumes the crossed fingers
entwined.
date: 11/3/2012
craig cornish contest: Loss
Copyright © Johan Poet | Year Posted 2012
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