PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Sweet-scented candle dish, made enclosed in melted sand,
your quivering body was the very last to cast a shadow here.

Were you not worth kept ablaze, you would not be let to dance,
and the room would dim and darken, and staleness would prevail.

The hanging draft of folded linens, lingered on and for behalf
of me whilst dwelling in refute of worlds which I have yet to master.

Soon the flame has squatted low upon a pool of clear and crystal wax,
flicking to and fro at wicks and licking air down from the sky.

I'll say goodbye and emulate the tiny, shaking glow,
just to learn just what it means to bring light and warmth to rooms.