The cold came in and touched my soul I feel it always feel its hold and I wander to the glass and breathe the warmth of summer's past... expelling circles of the fog dreaming of a yuletide log and all the hopes of spark within-- the wish, the prayer to live again...
Solstice she my dampened friend-- the dark of days shan't do me in... I watch I wait I bow my head knowing loving light instead...
one candle burning all I need a flicker's yearning plant of seed--- a solitary whim of need...
a spark of life dispelling dread the boast of birth from something dead.
The light of a single candle is enough to lead us home from the darkness..enough to warm a heart that has been touched with ice...and enought to ignite the soul with hope and love again...exquisite writing S'en, you have kissed this one with hopes lips...Love ya my friend~
[This message has been edited by Butterflies_dont_cry (edited 11-16-2000).]
lost in blue pages
This piece is beautiful!!! The flow is gentle and fluid. The images are vivid.
This is my first post, and after going through everything to get to post, I've already forgotten your author name, but not the effect your piece has had on me. I also enjoyed the comments so far. It shows me others were affected by your talent as well. Thanks for the read.
You are all simply the greatest!!!! Love to you all, and thank you, with all my gratitude for your warm hugs and prayers---and Jan? beautiful!!!! That graphic is just like me!!! (I'm a bit of a fire hazard at times....grin...)