Saturday, 12 May 2007
04:05:55 PM (GMT)
Candlelight spills into my room.
It falls across your face and even mine
It falls across your body,
It discovers you, your perfections, your Imperfections,
Your hopes and aspirations.
The candlelight is soft and so forgiving.
The candlelight is warm and inviting.
When the morning comes and the candle is
Through it will have already discovered you.
Now it is gone the warmth is lost.
You are left in the twilight of early dawn.
You have been stripped bear as sleep rushes in.
Now sleep my darling, for I am here
I am still the candle that burns with in.
Julia P. Jones