Tulsa, OK, USA
Dancing light, which fills my night,
Give my fantasies flight
Burning wick, burning bright
Fill my eyes and give me sight.
By candle's light I seek the night
No sound of footsteps given flight
No creaks, nor moans, nor whispered words
The candle's burning solely heard.
A deadly quiet fills the room
A lonely heart sealed in the gloom
The darkness closing round the flame,
I and the candle much the same.
Quiet now, no shrieks or talk
Break through the stillness' gentle lock.
No restless spirits in the gloom
The room is quiet, like a womb.
No hideous laughter, haunting disdain
No cries of suffering or pain,
Nothing, in fact, in the silence thick,
Only the burning of the wick.
The flame dies slowly, it's light now gone
And the angels come with their holy song
To take me home, to my rest at last,
My life like the candle's light, has passed.
Knowlege tempered by wisdom...Wisdom tamed by youth.