Wednesday, January 28, 2015

The Candle

You seem
like the kind of woman
who listens to the silence
of the burning candle

I am the kind of woman
whose heart beats
to the rhythm
of the hand held drums

There is more wisdom
on this earth that what is spoken by the
human voice more words in a smile
than on the evening news

You seem
like the kind of man
who hears the wisdom
of a held hand

Are you the type of love
that speaks in flickers
of flames
and anticipates my silence

I am the candle

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