#sitandwrite
At midnight I was mid breath in a new day
It felt like more than a year of stay and wait
I called a stalemate with this time in my life
and here was a day to celebrate?
So I exhaled in a new year
It became clear it was only new for me
with the news that's on T.V.
There must be a reason that I just can't see
Something to steer me and drive me along
It materialized there while they all sang the song
I am alive and that is enough
My family is here and I am well loved
It came in the form of a pair of beige sandals
I breathed in and blew out the candles
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 10:24 PM UTC
These candles are not dancing.
Well of course not, nor the flames
They're calling while you're romancing
In a language they can't explain
We can all see it but none speak it
So the messages are lost
The language of breathing fire
Casting shadows from across
They exhaust themselves with candles
When the flame gives out they speak
Then we hear the voice that was talking through the fire
I saw but could not know
Only the dying breath made waves my ears require
There was actually something in the warm glow
I could smell the words you would tell me
Every sense took in your messages but I (ignored) (mistook) (how could I have known) them as mundane
Every sun must cast a shadow
Every candle is the same.
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 8:47 PM UTC