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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