Flame To The Candle
~*Marge Tindal*~

I chose a candle of soft adorn
upon the shelf, placed it just so
Never thought to light it
to see it's lovely glow

There it sat for many a year
dusted and admired
Never gave off any warmth
for it never was touched with the fire

Then came the night that I had need
to feel the flicker of wick
I struck the match of remember
and touched the candle quick

The flame grabbed hold and sputtered
until it felt the waxing melt
and all the dreams of yesterday
into the wick was felt

The glow that lit the evening
burned with sweet remember
Of a time when your fire burned brightly
quietly then to ember

The dance of flame across my heart
was steady with the light
And how the warmth sustained me
through the lonely night

Softest glow of heart's recall
melted until dawn
Though the candle was no more
the memories lingered on

I would suppose the lesson
contained within this rhyme
is to be the flame to someone's candle
before the pass of time~

That they may share in knowing
of the very special glowing
that within a heart is felt
before the candle melts~

~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~
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I wish you every happiness and may you always have the best of the good things in life.     a brand

If you have but one true friend when you die you were truly blessed
   ~* Mysteria *~

Throw your heart out in front of you
And run out to catch it.
ARAB PROVERB

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