The Candle

by QuietDreamer   Dec 14, 2010


The warmth of the flame
Caresses my cheeks,
As I watch the dark figures
Dancing on the ceiling,
Frolicking across the walls.
Throughout the night they celebrate,
Their tantalizing movements
Wakens my imagination
But all too soon they leave
Dissipating with the rising sun

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  • 14 years ago

    by Soft Parade

    Very creative imagery, excellent stuff.