Monday, January 14, 2013

Where Are The Candles

Where are the candles
I cannot see my way
for all these embedded wicks
are burnt -
each slender hope
worn away
which hides the light
in sediment -
dregs, at the end of day
these remnants
reminding me –
that night has come
and enlightenment
must wait –
till shed another day.

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