'Flame'
By MalEntente
Watching a candle flicker and dance, pushing shadows around. Sensing callings from my past, ghosts without a sound. Ceasing all thoughts before they come, wanting to be left alone. Wax weakening with each flare, my mind begins a moan. Faces I knew, glimpsed only briefly, shooting across the wall. Souls that know me, love and grief, . . . shuddering . . . I remember all. Written September 27th, 1995 © on Nov 13 2001 01:01 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Watching a candle flicker and dance,..."