A Candlestick

I hold my soul like a candlestick,

Without light, leading me blindly through the darkness, 

I stumble and fall

While collecting scars like the medals of a general's jacket,

I ground my base at the bottom of a valley,

As I watch the fires of the world chase through the trees

Glittering the skies with ash, the darkness hides my form.

Although from such treachery, a spark finds the west winds,

Great renegade, deviant, as its angelic dance guides it to the surface.

I stand tall in the darkness, yet I am captivated by this cherry red shooting star,

As so bright to reflect the glow of my withered face.

My wic outstretched, with little thought a jewel so pure would ever reach my setting

With luck the I find winds begin to shift, as I find your spark fall upon my crown. 

I instantly find my world illuminated among the ash.

Your spark chases down my spine, 

I tear in awe of the grandeur that you've brought before me 

Tears, melting like wax down my face, yet your hands craddle my heart,

Collecting the tears that i've shed for you, they cling to my heart, 

As the beauty I see in you, grows and builds around my heart.

For any wind nor wave could smother your flame,

And as the world may pass, our light will shine.

 

  

 

Love

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Rich

Sat 5th Jan 2019 09:37

I love the last two lines, I totally aggree.

Beautifully put.

poemagraphic

Sat 5th Jan 2019 08:51

…"Great renegade, deviant, as its angelic dance guides it to the surface..

What a love song this is you have penned Harrison.

Beautiful visionary and poetry to match.
That is sure to light many wick

Po

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