Stephen Denny Paul White

The Wick

Resonating candlelight
That ebbs and flows just like the sea
Making me remember that
The two of us were meant to be

Filling through the atmosphere
With light that flickers - dim...
Searching for a match
So I can light the wick again...

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 6, 2007
Poem Edited: Friday, February 11, 2011

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