A softly lit
Candle burns
Glowing
Dim
&
Bright
As the cool wind
Sweeps
Through a lonely night
Who will keep
This lite alive?
Will we silently
Watch
Its dance
Of strife
Thrashing
Violently
In the whispers
Of the breeze
This fire of mine
Is brought
To its knees
Flickering
Hot
&
Cold
With grace
And ease
Its beauty shines
As the fire
Screams
And I think
This flame
Is more
Than it seems
In the eye
Of the storm
As we flicker
In the breeze
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
A softly lit
Candle burns
Glowing
Dim
&
Bright
As the cool wind
Sweeps
Through a lonely night
Who will keep
This lite alive?
Will we silently
Watch
Its dance
Of strife
Thrashing
Violently
In the whispers
Of the breeze
This fire of mine
Is brought
To its knees
Flickering
Hot
&
Cold
With grace
And ease
Its beauty shines
As the fire
Screams
And I think
This flame
Is more
Than it seems
In the eye
Of the storm
As we flicker
In the breeze
