Candle Light

Many years, you and I had walked side by side, never had our worlds come close enough to collide. Fate lit a candle between us, that was never to depart, like a warmth that I held, so close to my heart. When battered with disaster and the bitter cold, my intellect molded like the wax around gold. Because of this comfort that I undoubtedly yearned, I had soon forgotten that fire still burns. I blame not the flame, its care was true to me, but in a different tone, it shed light on thee. Do so, and declare my mind judgmentally ill, until I dear be left in a grim winded chill. But I can see the torch as I edge ever so near, and smell the scorch of frostbitten tears. You would think the candle light would be perceptible, but this brink is only right to whom deem it acceptable. Do you take me for a paranoid fool in the heat of truth, like a young receptive mind within its youth? This was not a scenario of honest stupidity, but rather a metaphorical mortality. Captivating scant provocation from the heat, my deprivation advances to temptation’s defeat. I am forced to put out the flame that let us see, because you misled the one that would set you free. How long did you think the light would prolong, when a candle is only meant to stay lit, for so long...? (c) Joe Ulisses 2002 Written January 21st, 2002 © on Feb 05 2002 02:45 PM PST   18 • 0 • 10