Extinguished candle

Laying under an old pine tree,

Next to a splendidly blue sea.

Looking at that little stars scattered all over the sky,

When the sun rises they will all die.

Then I take a look at the old house,

Outmoded, dignified,

Dark and untenanted,

All creepy and slanted.

Next to it sitting an old man,

His old memories are coming back.

Looking at that old tree he cries,

Remembering his wife's green eyes.

I pulled out my guitar in this endless silence,

Gently crossing the strings,

It makes a flashy sound,

Giving me the pieces of eternal wings.

Author's Note

There's no candlelight, life extinguished it.

Reviews

[Danielle]

Beautiful!

[Wolfwind]

A beautiful piece of poetry about something sad. Yet you weave it with wonderful heart and allow it to shine with a sense of joy as well. Very nice ink!

Aaron

[R.A. Youngblood]

Thank you very much! :D

[Chris]

but there IS Heartlight... and THAT means more in the way of things...