December 3, 2005

  • Warmth and Light

    I have lived my life in darkness,
    With a solitary candle to provide light and warmth.
    Thick and swimming, in all of its ambience,
    Rays fall gently on open book pages.
    A glass of wine, and smoke from a pipe.
    Tobacco picked when dark and ripe.
    Still none of these things provide warmth,
    Like a solitary candle’s ambient light.

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