The Flicker Poem by Bonnie Collins

Flickering candle light with raging
flames of gold, enchanting my
imagination into times of
no return

Catching a falling star, holding it
till it burns out, feeling its broken
gleem that dies in my very palm

Broken promices, and dreaming
of days that never commenced
all smybolize the star that once was

Flickering to the left where all hopes
and dreams come to harbor
Flickering to the Right is where the sounds
of distant drums, beating a very unhappy beat

Hold on dear little flicker, gleem as brightly
as you can, as your light now is my only
destination to a land where happiness
gives its birth