Wax Spilled
To any one who has loved the unattainable
Scanning, searching the stars,
nights pour in to months,
months into years,
until finally at long last,
I saw you gleaming in the distance.
Gracefully you shine,
Up staging even the moon,
and when it rains
you reign.
Every word you wrote, lit a candle
in my eyes. Wasn't long before my eye's
were like a cathederal on
Christmas Eve.
Candle's burning like a great
fire, warming the halls of my heart.
Wasn't your fault the wax spilled
and burned my cheeks.
The stars never ask us for our wishes,
they can't even hear us,
but we give them just the same.
Copyright © David Lemke | Year Posted 2005
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