Blog 2017, Other Poetry, Uncategorized


Burning in the night
a candle waves about.
Puffs of smoke rise up.
The space glows—flickering.

A soothing warmth cuts the darkened space.
She sets to pen and paper then dreams.
Recording her thoughts and soulful musings,
light flows out across the page.

Here, where time has lost its meaning,
the wick is burning and the wax is melting.
The glow is soothing and her words are moving.
A story grows, composed of her feelings.


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