The candlelight sweeps softly through the room, <br />Filling dim surfaces with golden laughter, <br />Touching with mystery each high hung rafter, <br />Cutting a path of promise through the gloom. <br /> <br />Slim little elves dance gently on each taper, <br />Wistful, small ghosts steal out of shrouded <br />corners - <br />And, like a line of vague enchanted mourners, <br />Great shadows sway like wind-blown sheets of paper. <br /> <br />Gently as fingers drawn across your hair, <br />I see the yellow flicker of it creep - <br />And in a silence that is kin to sleep, <br />I feel a world away from pain and care. <br /> <br />Roads stretch like arms across the world outside, <br />Roads reach to strife, to happiness, to fame - <br />Here, in the candlelight, I speak your name, <br />Here we are at life's cross way, side by side!<br /><br />Margaret Elizabeth Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/preface-5/
