Thursday, February 16, 2017

the candle


The candle lights up
It stands hard and strong
In the night of stars
In the sight of full moon

The wind blow its way
The bending light reaching low
Trying to reach the hollow
The bubbling droplets, soft, wet and hot

The soft hammering on the carpet grass
The whispser of the guitar strings
Playing a mixture of chords and riffs
Of a moment the shadows meet by the light

The candle melts slowly
The heat caressing its hardness
Slowly the dripping wax gliding down
On the table glass of shadows

In the full moon
The loud roar in the night
The candle bends over
Falling hard to the hard ground

There's nothing to say
The story of the end
The light slowly burning out
The candles stays motionless


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