Tonight a candle consumed itself in vain.
For in this plush, lush atmosphere
Of soft lights and music sweet,
It’s just to eat
I sit and wait.
And; a half empty plate
Is my sad view.
Instead of you,
I must make do
With waiters who,
Though willing,
Perform to an audience of one,
Instead of two.
And where are you?
You; who
Are required to lend significance
To this occasion where,
A bare place
And empty chair,
Prepare me for the loneliness to come.
I’d like to know,
That even though
We are apart,
That for you too,
There is a space unfulfilled.
Tonight a candle consumed itself in vain,
And reflected in its flame was but the pain
Of separation.
© James Rainsford 2010
Nov 17, 2010
Nov 17, 2010 at 9:07 AM UTC
Tonight a candle consumed itself in vain.
For in this plush, lush atmosphere
Of soft lights and music sweet,
It’s just to eat
I sit and wait.
And; a half empty plate
Is my sad view.
Instead of you,
I must make do
With waiters who,
Though willing,
Perform to an audience of one,
Instead of two.
And where are you?
You; who
Are required to lend significance
To this occasion where,
A bare place
And empty chair,
Prepare me for the loneliness to come.
I’d like to know,
That even though
We are apart,
That for you too,
There is a space unfulfilled.
Tonight a candle consumed itself in vain,
And reflected in its flame was but the pain
Of separation.
© James Rainsford 2010
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NB. An illustrated version of this poem is now posted to my blog.
http://thesanctumofsanity.blogspot.com/