Candles – Sunday 15th April 2001

Candles

those that you feel
could have been the most
those that got lost
in the waves,
that crash against the coast
those for whom you felt
with no real reason
lost to the wind
and life’s endless seasons
those that came,
and so suddenly went
even in their partial fame
they were different
and now they flicker like a flame
candles you could never put out
candles that still burn
like holy relics,
and memories to which we cling
in darker days we sit by candles
and bathe in the light they bring



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James Garratt – Sunday 15th April 2001