Candle Stories

By which poets Wright. Stoking the flame That passes from torch to torch. Using a dim flame to cook at night. Feeding this fire with all I got, my love, my need burning bright. My only companion is a flicker By which poets wright.  

This poem only available on Stories SpaceEnveloped in the midnight velvet,Breezes sneaking through the pane,Breathing on the threadbare curtains,Whispers call me through the rain.Orange glows of street lamps shiningFill the air with silent cheer,But still I hear the whispers call me,Echoes through the midnight fear.In the stillness of this hourWhen others are snug in their beds,Thoughts of you claw midnight hauntingsWhils...

Little candle burn so bright holding back the starry night But if I were to blow you out Would I have cause to scream and shout? For the night is safe and withholds the light Of painful memories and spite But all too soon the night starts to fade Caused by the coming of the new day And all of my angers fears and despairs are exposed again by the sun's cruel rays So little candle burning so bright Should I destroy you? Wou...