Its the flame that dies
which is reckless to hearts,
an aching burn that awaits peaceful sleep.
But eyes cannot shut
and hearts cannot heal
as the flame no longer flickers.
When did that familiar burn leave?
When betrayal became its motive;
to abandon its wick of sturdy compassion
for something of foreign smoke.
And forever shall that flame live in guilt
as its sturdy wick shall falter;
and fall into a dark abyss
of a light without its flicker.
That scented aroma that once was sweet
is now bitter and choked forever.
The foreign smoke overcomes all light
and pollutes the scented quiver.
Yet soon that smoke shall be blown!
As the wick begins to rise;
and that feeble flame shall light again
to banish foreign cries;
"In hope I raise my tarnished light
against your betrayal and pain
and soon I shall burn
like my sister the sun
and never stray again!"
Eyes may shut
Hearts may heal.
My eyes will shut
Our hearts might heal.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 7:10 PM UTC
Its the flame that dies
which is reckless to hearts,
an aching burn that awaits peaceful sleep.
But eyes cannot shut
and hearts cannot heal
as the flame no longer flickers.
When did that familiar burn leave?
When betrayal became its motive;
to abandon its wick of sturdy compassion
for something of foreign smoke.
And forever shall that flame live in guilt
as its sturdy wick shall falter;
and fall into a dark abyss
of a light without its flicker.
That scented aroma that once was sweet
is now bitter and choked forever.
The foreign smoke overcomes all light
and pollutes the scented quiver.
Yet soon that smoke shall be blown!
As the wick begins to rise;
and that feeble flame shall light again
to banish foreign cries;
"In hope I raise my tarnished light
against your betrayal and pain
and soon I shall burn
like my sister the sun
and never stray again!"
Eyes may shut
Hearts may heal.
My eyes will shut
Our hearts might heal.
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