Ian Petch Poet Lyric

The Candle, the Clock and the Cold

Lost in this awakening
The waking of the end
In a vision of beginning
In the sight that I depend

And all the riddles save me
My suicidal self
The only truth inside this
In things I’ll make unheard

Like candles for the sleeper
Like dreams for the awake
I glide outside the window
In a place you will forsake

Forever up and counting
The time it takes to fall
To climb back into breathing
To know the pain in yours

Awake within this ending
The coldest place there is
Alone for every lesson
And lost with every kiss

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Debbie Guzzi December 22, 2008 at 4:34 PM Once I said to God in meditation. "I promise to stop thinking of the glass as half empty. I will think of it as half full." In mind mind I heard the words "And when you realize it is completely full you will have true understanding."