Flames And Wishes Poem by Sharron Stephenson

spaces we cannot see are the whispers,
which can be heard,
a broken chair is like a tree in,
winter bare, with splitters for dreams,

the spice of life, are tales and,
stories from the young at heart,

when the sky below meets the ocean,
above the horzion will open the gates,
of love and hope,

a birthday wish a christmas light,
are the flames flowing around the,
heaven tonight,

cards are dealt with the,
past present and future in mind,

the road is closed for the,
party to begin when the bride and,
groom say the twickle magic,
words i do for now untill the,
end of time