Vision in the Flame
Staring into the flickering flame
his memory comes once again to me
I watch the flame hours on end
dreams of his return lingering in my mind.
The scent emanating from the candle
brings to mind the warmth of him
on many a cold, cold night
when storms raged both inside and out
his touch banishing my chills
and too, chasing away my unearthly fears.
His vision, seen again within the flame
speaks to me of strength and courage
borne into battle upon his weary back.
His cries, heard when deaths blow struck
taking the lives of those surrounding him.
This shadowy figure forever a part of me
though in spectral form only
showing his pain in this strange world
from where he can never escape
his vision forever sealed in the flickering flame.