Light the candle as the wick it flickers,
Shadows dance around.
Frozen in the universe.
The flame it burns the golden crown.
Let me walk amongst the ghosts,
Until the final steps.
Are heard in all the hallways ,
Silenced of all breath.
I'll hold your hand and dance,
Upon an open flame.
As neither candle nor our sweet romance.
Extinguishes as the same.
The we shall depart amongst the blazing sun,
As the fire filters heavens grace,
Running toward the dark unknown.
Both ends will then unfurl,
Our fingers as they link,
Unwinding us of all the chains,
We’ve had from very birth.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
Unwinding at the end should be unbinding. Stupid spell check.
Beautiful work.
Beautiful piece of writing, enjoyed the read
There is the surface of this poem and then what lies beneath. In metaphor this poem speaks to me even if it was not intended
The metaphor is a hoped for side effect of any poem.
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