In incandescing moods, <br />we fly on silver wings <br />around a blue tinted moon <br />igniting failing stars <br />with a candle of hope. <br />Our wings of silver <br />sparkle in the sun <br />as we sail in a cosmic smile <br />looking down on frailing things <br />touching them with the gentle flame <br />from our candle of hope. <br />Rejuvenating all of whom <br />touch the candle flame, <br />awakening their inner light <br />so it will shine bright again. <br /> <br /> <br />10 October 2009<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/candle-of-hope/
