the struggling light flickers atop a water candle a windy spell blows and threatens to put it out the flame almost leaps off but grabs onto the icy wick burning at the watery fuel the flame dreams of the water and the water holds its silence, unyielding ceding no ground betraying no emotion but the flame burns still on the water candle consuming the icy wick the water seeks the company of the flame the words exchanged of half passion half mystery betraying no emotion a perfect perplexity of state a perfect refusal of pairing yet the flame burns atop a water candle the flame aches denied for long no chance handed him no hint of future unity the flame burns upon an icy wick dreaming of the comfort of watery embrace the water plays games of wiles leading the flame's yellow heart to abeyance leading it to passion's end a place of hopelessness and pointless visions the water candle lets the flame burn upon an icy wick it has stood for long waiting for a sign of hope the struggling...
"The smell of ink is intoxicating to me - others may have wine, but I have poetry." ~ Terri Guillemets