Flicker

The candle light flickers on the walls,

 flickering around me, burning low,

 lower with every passing thought,

 burning, I know.

 A poets soul, dimming with the flame,

 yearning to burn out, as the candle,

 yes the candle; slowly releases itself,

 perfectly placed on the dusty mantel.

 The flame has long since burned, replacing,

 and forgetting the heart of the fireplace,

 forgetting the ashes; the settling dust,

 that now covers the cold, hard case.

 Such a loss, time losing its meaning,

 meaning of poetry, a writers expression,

 a passionate understanding,

 gets me dreaming.

 Dreaming of the words, so many words,

 beautiful and romantically said,

 the thoughts and dreams; desire,

 others never read.