Flicker

 Flicker...

The candle wanes down down down

I drew comfort from the light, but now it is ending

What will I do without its light?

Flicker...

I walk down a path lit by its rays

What will become of me, when the candle is no more

Will I lose my way in the dark?

Flicker...

I watch as the candle takes its last gasp 

Takes its last courageous breath, and then no more.

And, at first all I can see is nothing.

Flicker...

Then, eyes adjust to a mystical miracle

All about me I see celestial lighting, guiding symmetry

Stars above and moonlit echo from below.

Flicker...

It has been here all the time

Every night I walked without, blinded by candlelight

And, now, I finally can see.

 

 

I Walk In Beauty, Like The Night.

My omage to the first poem that got me interested in poetry in high school literature and expanded me outward into all the arts in interest....She Walks in Beauty, Like the Night.  Mine will be more personal and unique, but I think I want to write a book of poetry... which is the least profitable thing that I could chose to do, so I guess that makes me an artist.  Ha.  Anyway... to begin..

I Walk In Beauty, Like The Night

 

I walk in beauty, like the night,

And in the darkness find my light.

No home in bright, less cure for shine.

But the inward glare does find more

Than, ere I was even looking for.

And, treasures await a heart fit to explore.

Nature stirs to notice a change,

A break in the story long programmed,

An echo of  heart beginning to wake,

A depth of breath so long withheld.

And, life pauses to absorb the meld,

Of true seed planted where tradition failed.

A sigh, a laugh, a cry, a stare.

Wisdom born, a soul set free,

A love that's free, a mind that hears,

A quiet sound that springs forth hope,

Demands attention of world sick of trope,

A curious heart to itself elopes.

 

And, the world stands by for the  stanza.