Monday, September 13, 2010

Match

My candle burns low
melts into a fragrance
soft glow flickers
silence burns low
rich and smooth.
Send me your light
bright and warm
around me
I want to feel you
with my senses
over flow
over joy
over whelm me.

200 years and still
you're beautiful
hands clasped
eyes shut
silent prayer
you speak to God.
Remember me.

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