Night-Lit Candle

Night-Lit Candle

A Poem by Wingless Angel of Dreams
"

Can you light my candle?

"

The night’s gilded moon was dark.

The stars were hidden by thick clouds

Clouds so high so thick so dark,

They took in the street light,

Giving Nothing back;

 

I stood on my path,

Staring down at my converse toes,

I was in the dark, alone and somewhat scare.

The night was quiet,

All except for the owls, cricket and night birds

Who were the only ones,

To sing a soft medley.

 

My eyes drifted up

from the pavement to the streetlamp,

Watching it flicker,

Alone in this avenue.

I held on tight, to my single candle stick

A tear drifted down,

My hair falling over me.

I hid behind my net, of shiny brown

Thinking I was invisible, feeling it too.

 

I waited for a moment, then took a step forward,

Singing softly, like a fellow bird

Singing to myself, to no one at all.

My candle was dark, and the lamp light went out

I looked up yet again, frowning at why.

I was alone in this ally,

Alone, cold, a little scared

I gripped my candle tight, another step to be taken.

 

I felt something ahead of me,

Warm, inviting, and shrouded

I wanted to reach out, to know

But I couldn’t, I knew I couldn’t stretch

I looked around just so slightly,

Afraid of being bitten

But nothing would touch the invisible girl.

 

I looked back to the thing,

Burning ahead of me,

It was dim, but it was lit,

Looking back at me,

So I said in silent profession;

Can you light my candle?

I felt the loneliness bite, as I searched for a face.

 

If felt like a lifetime to come

As that warmth drew in closer.

As I took a step, another, another.

I reach it in time, as it did the same

Can you light my candle,

O’ One of warmth light?

 

I stretched out a frail hand,

looking up through sudden moonlight.

I saw the face all a glow,

My candle burning with zealously.

I looked down to my converses

One again looking away

I was fearful, I was afraid,

But this warmth grasped me tight.

 

It pulled up my face,

Making me see, to look at the world

To see all around me,

That invisible feeling, fell like the darkness

That warmth lit it up, taking it away

Replacing my heart, giving me new found hope.

 

So as I stand in my real time,

Still invisible, still afraid.

Will you light my candle?

And pull up my face?

Shall we erase all the darkness

Fostered in here,

And delve into the starlight

A burning flame from me to you?

© 2009 Wingless Angel of Dreams


Author's Note

Wingless Angel of Dreams
Meow! --just felt like putting that out there.

i didn't really put much in the way of periods, so, sorry when the lack thereof irratates you.

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This was simply divine.. wow.. I could really feel the flow from your heart on this... and I loved all of it.. not a single complaint here... love the ending stanza:

So as I stand in my real time,
Still invisible, still afraid.
Will you light my candle?
And pull up my face?
Shall we erase all the darkness
Fostered in here,
And delve into the starlight
A burning flame from me to you?

Made my heart melt truly.. thank you!! =)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I loved it. The wording was weird in some places and there were a couple of typos but thats all. THis was simpl beautiful and i loved it!!!!


Posted 15 Years Ago


This was simply divine.. wow.. I could really feel the flow from your heart on this... and I loved all of it.. not a single complaint here... love the ending stanza:

So as I stand in my real time,
Still invisible, still afraid.
Will you light my candle?
And pull up my face?
Shall we erase all the darkness
Fostered in here,
And delve into the starlight
A burning flame from me to you?

Made my heart melt truly.. thank you!! =)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like it! The only that would make it better would be to get some synonyms for the word "dark" because you overused it a bit in the first few stanzas. Other than that, great job!

-Howl

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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