The Candle
Dominated
By these thoughts
Of endless scores.
One by one
The candles fall
Into a fluid serpent.
Moving...
Dripping...
Heat beyond my dreams
And fragile touch.
And one encased
Is the wick
Inside the
Burning candle
Slowly fading
As it's outside
Slowly melts away.
8-8-09
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