Candle Light Grace Lipson That candle light on the window sill, Shining—calling out to me, It flickers over the window pane, Golden waves on a midnight sea. It shines bright through the darkness And floods the world with hope; Let it shine into your soul, A lifeline, a golden rope. The flickering images it paints upon The darkened window pane, Make me ponder, mesmerized, Eating up my pain. Dancing castles, spotted deer, Golden rivers rushing by, Dandelions wished upon, Float into watermelon-colored skies. Sparkling orange fluffy snow, Seven-pointed leaves Blinding stars and smoky rain Buzzing golden bees. I hear the song, a lullaby, My eyes begin to close. I’m washed away from present time, To a world the color of smoke. The fire grows stronger, My nostrils burn, my eyes they sting, The sound of candlelight is A melodic crackling. That world, that life I used to know, Offered nothing but despair. I wave goodbye and turn away, As smoke blows through my hair.
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