Three candles, sit before me
Made of purest wax
Each a time of my life

The first candle when looked upon
Is imperfect, blackened

Dusty, wick removed
Extinguished too soon
A sad time of my life

Past

The second candle
Burning, flickering
Ribbons of melted wax

Pour down the sides
Wick too short to sustain a strong flame

Present

Third candle
New, brightest blue
Rests

Unlit
Waiting for a wick

Future

Each wick is love
The flame, hope

What love shall fuel the flame of my future?
Certainly not the past
For that love left and cooled the wax abruptly.

Definitely not the present
For it struggles to find that small amount of fuel to survive

I search for the flame of the future
So that my candle does not burn out
I hold the wick in my hand

Waiting for someone to offer a flame

Till then I shelter this wick

Protect it with my heart
One day it will light my future

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Words like lightning pierce the sky as
Cold breath’s emotions drench my heart.
The fear to claim my love; my soul
Draws clearly upon this earth, body bound.
Souls fly only in the dreams of the makers
Of steel, their fine edges sharpened
To infinite perfection, and for that split second
Joining matter with the air, separating the spirit
From the body, kissing the bleeding red roses
As they fall down to earth. Oh! Angels wielding
The daggers of Truth, smite down the chilling
Voice that cursed my heart, striking me boldly
In that place that knits the soul with my body.
Tearing at my flesh, wounding my spirit,
That blade did find its mark in me,
And for that I lay dying, slipping softly from
The boundaries of earth.

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