As I stared at the flame of the candle <br />A vision I truly did see, <br />That told of my life and my sadness <br />And all that had happened to me. <br /> <br />For I saw then the face of my childhood <br />Then watched as it faded away, <br />With all of those hopes I'd abandoned <br />And dreamed I'd accomplish one day. <br /> <br />The wax ran a river of scarlet <br />Like the blood that did pump through my veins, <br />And it then formed a puddle of sorrows <br />In which lay my shattered remains. <br /> <br />As I stared one more time at the candle <br />And I watched as the flame flickered low, <br />Till was doused by the passing of memories <br />And the tears of those times long ago.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-i-stared-at-the-flame-of-the-candle/
