Our lives flicker in the lightest winds
like candles perched on water
moving with the tides,
We glow on darkest nights beneath
the moon above that aches to be full,
we sit quietly in the moment
watching as time slips past
and the wick falls below the place
where it can hold ground,
a dying sound as it fades away
and we are left with only the beam
of the orb at night
grand white circle moving slow
as we too grow weary,
making our way to the comfort of sleep
dreaming of tomorrow
and a thought of eagerness to see
a full sight of the universe.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/candle/
This is for the Daily posts prompt candle. I haven’t done these in a while and thought I’d jump in again and attempt some prompted poems. Hope you enjoy.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/candle/
Peace, Love and Patchouli 