I wrote this poem thinking about someone special to me.
They are gone, but I would like to think they have folded into another existence that we cannot see.
I suspect everyone has someone they light a candle for, someone they hope to remember. If you take 2 minutes to read this, I would ask that you think of that person, first…
A Fresh Candle For…
I cannot sleep,
Tick, tock,
I breathe in,
Tick, tock,
I exhale,
Tick…, snap…, tock,
I feel chilled,
Tick, tock,
Oh, dearly departed,
Tick, tock,
Oh, dearly departed,
Why can’t I rhyme?
My mind is distant,
I don’t understand why,
What can I do,
To remember you,
In total darkness,
Deep in the silent night,
I will strike a match for you,
Let the flame linger as I remember you,
I will let the flame burn almost to my fingertips, for you,
The sulfur smell, whoosh, crackle,
The burn creates pain,
I’m alive,
Being alive, allows me to remember you,
In the present tense,
I pray, for you,
A quiet prayer for wisdom,
The wisdom to be humble,
The wisdom to listen,
To simply pray,
To simply remember you, today,
You remember someone, too?
Don’t you?
Don’t you?
To remember walking along the beach line, with only them,
To remember collecting sea shells, with them,
To remember sharing silence at dusk or at dawn, with them,
But now, to stand alone at the same shoreline,
Just thinking about them,
And then, deep in the night,
When we feel its time,
We burn a fresh candle for them,
To remember them,
A fresh, a perfect, an unblemished candle,
A candle made only for them,
To share its unique fragrance,
To share its unique glow,
Only for them.
End.
NS
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