Candles

From all those things,
that comes and goes
I Pick the trails,
and make candles.

When night's heavy rain,
takes away the light,
I light my candles.

To see life,through
the flickering flame.
To see it dancing,
over the bigger shade..

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4 Responses to Candles

  1. deeps says:

    And I hope that light leads your way
    And not like what John Milton says in paradise lost,
    "As one great furnace flamed; yet from those flames
    No light; but rather darkness visible
    Served only to discover sights of woe,
    Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace
    And rest can never dwell…"

  2. I discern an optimistic note in your tantalising lines

  3. blessings.....
    wonderfully done....