The cool touch of winter frosted the window <br />the candle's lit wave washed over the glass <br />in a sheen of droplets <br />like pristine show flakes <br />and the whisperer drew down to remark <br />on the weather and <br />suddenly the visions-remained <br /> no where to be seen... <br />Why now? - there was no window <br />the glass merely concrete slabs and <br />the droplets coarse sweat on my brow.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lit-candle-flickering/
