As I stared at the flame of the candle
A vision I truly did see,
That told of my life and my sadness
And all that had happened to me.
For I saw then the face of my childhood
Then watched as it faded away,
With all of those hopes I'd abandoned
And dreamed I'd accomplish one day.
The wax ran a river of scarlet
Like the blood that did pump through my veins,
And it then formed a puddle of sorrows
In which lay my shattered remains.
As I stared one more time at the candle
And I watched as the flame flickered low,
Till was doused by the passing of memories
And the tears of those times long ago.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
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