Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Poem: Candle Glow

Photo by Rita Bourland © 2012

Candle Glow 
I light a candle most evenings,
striking a match
I touch it ever so lightly
 to the ready wick,

waiting for the flame,
anticipating the glow,
the shadows,
 the casting out of darkness,

a candle mesmerizes,
entices with
a subtle flicker,
stirring a desire to speak softly,

spreading comfort with a golden glow,
it melts slowly,
like colors fading
at sunset over the distant horizon,

I never tire of lighting a candle
in the evening.

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