I am a candle
Burning bright
Beneath lovers lips
Blown out at night
I’m stored away
While love goes home
Like prisoners, we
remain alone
I used to be so tall
But now I am quite small
My dreams once lit up buildings
Yet some nights they barely crawl
My flame flickers faster now
As I’m kept crying at our door
And soon I know the night will come
When I shall burn
no more
An extraordinary use of metaphor. In the flickering light of the candle, I can sense your inner cry. Beautiful. Kind regards, Sandra
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The candle - another metaphor that fits so perfectly into my yogic sensibility. Candle light burns like no other. The mystery of its softness is a perfect canvass for lovers and mystics alike. You share something deep within you in this elegy and leave the reader with a sense of wistfulness that lingers. Beautiful. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥