Creeping Shadow

Creeping Shadow

Along the corridors of loneliness
I follow a slowly creeping shadow
of a flickering dying candle

It reflects every curve of each memory
creeping slowly with a desperate desire

The shadows continue down the long narrow corridors
silently echoing the wick's pleading
for a flame never ending

The flames once danced passionately
Stretching and arching backward in blissful splendor
Burning full and bright glowing upon their dream

Dreams of plump, succulent lips trembling
to touch each blossom of its branches quivering for more
Then soothed from each drop of rain
that kissed away its thirst

Plunging deep inside their field of poppies
where dreams were long and blissful
are slowly reflected one by one
inside its dying soul tonight

The shadows continue down the long narrow corridors
silently echoing the wick's pleading
for a flame never ending

Along the corridors of loneliness
I follow a slowly creeping shadow
of a flickering dying candle

 

Reviews

[Laconic Meraki]

Flames... This is deep.
Fire. Flames. Shadows

[The Night Poet]

My dear Christa,
The greatest desire of our soul is deep inside, buried by our automatic unconsciousness that does not allow us to feel for its fulfillment. Only by opening the channels or our energy can we begin to feel its plea for its completion. Pray it may be in this lifetime for not, there will be many.

[Laconic Meraki]

Namaste 🖤💌💫

[Rhayne]

My visions of this were of a very lonely man, wishing and dreaming of someone to fulfill his heart, his desire. He sees the flickering light casting shadows of itself and of the one carrying it and he's enticed to follow. Low and behold, it's another lonely heart filled with desire. The candle's desire is to live longer, for its heart, the wick, to burn forever if for no other reason than to watch the two lovers fulfill their desire in the shadows of the darkened corridor. I like taking the potentially sad and making it happy. I really love your work!

[The Night Poet]

Pray we will all love and appreciate in grandeur of that love in us. When gone, the last candle flame will eventually go too. Leaving its memory flickering in the shadows of our souls.