Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Love : By Candlelight

By Candlelight

Bare attic, stark board, the poet scratches.
By candlelight verse to lament the love
Of his past reason to live
This life of barren sand
Like one half a lone white dove

Wax drips low upon oak so worn
No pennies left, candle to replace
To finish his tryst to his, lovelorn
The dimming dying flame, her only face


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