my life is written in candles, <br />some that have burned <br />through the darkest nights, <br />some that remain unlit. <br />some that wait for passion unreserved, <br />some that applaud holiness, <br />some that undress for sin. <br />some that have names, others faces.... <br />some that sound faintly like rain. <br />some that smell strongly of love, <br />others as bright as the stars. <br />and the last one nearly burnt down, <br />waiting for the wind to come... <br />when silence strikes the final match, <br />and fills the void with music!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-candles/
