It's flame dancing in the moonlight upon the windowsill
Shining beautifully with all it's power
Shining light throughout that dark place
A message of hope, perhaps?
Yes! Happiness at last!
But after a while, the candle starts to lose strength little at a time
Then the wax starts to drip
Oozing down farther and farther...
Almost as if it knows my own sadness
Only, it can't sob
However, it's still dripping, diminishing, fading
A quiet mourner, like me
I see smoke and haziness more than flame now..!
More than, my happiness...
A sudden spark
A flicker; it's trying to go on
A brief sway
Smoke... again
And then darkness once more
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-11 19:28:30
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