"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, May 17, 2010

Yellow Flame

Yellow flame on a candle
A flickering beacon
Signaling I await your return

Hearth warm and family joined
Listening for footsteps
On the front porch

Precious one gone too long
War a world away
Has kept you from home

Hearts waiting to say welcome
This time you must stay
Our candles are almost gone


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