Prayer Candles

A Poem by taylor ski

Irrational fire

what was your eternal want

was he desired?

Irrational fire

formed, from motive or none,

why do you perplex?

Irrational fire

births sadness and release,

raise already dead.

Irrational fire

you melt the molded wax off

candles for our lost.

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Added on October 21, 2012
Last Updated on October 21, 2012
Tags: candle, fire, irrational, sad, lost, death

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