THE MESSENGERA Poem by Southern CrossFor all of those that await the online messenger..mine is a yellow circle, I call it the candle THE MESSENGER THE YELLOW CANDLE DRAWS ME TO IT'S LIGHT.... I SITTING LIKE A FOOL, MESMERIZED BY IT'S INTOXICATION.... IT DOES NOT FLICKER, IT DOES NOT FALTER.... JUST COMES AND GOES ON A WHIM OF IT"S OWN. WILL IT LET ME FEEL THE WARMTH OF IT'S FLAMES, OR IS IT'S PURPOSE JUST TO SHED A BEACON IN THE DARKEST OF MY HOURS, WHEN DOUBT ENCOMPASSES MY BEING? ALL MY WORDS..ALL MY THOUGHTS GO UNSPOKEN. NO ONE HEARS THEM, NO ONE CARES. FOR HOW DOES ONE SPEAK TO A CANDLE? BESIDES, IT'S JUST A VIRTUAL IMAGE ON A SCREEN IT HAS NO HEAT, NO TRUE GLOW. JUST A CANDLE THAT MY BREATH CANNOT EXTINGUISH. © 2012 Southern CrossReviews
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Added on April 1, 2012Last Updated on April 1, 2012 AuthorSouthern CrossMiami, FLAboutI am passionate about all things in life. My free time is spent traveling, hiking, camping and white water rafting. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, reading Mystery, Suspense and Thrillers. .. more..Writing
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