No one knew just what she felt
When every night before a candle she knelt
If anyone asked her why she would say
“Lone is the night,” “long is the day,”
“Just watch how slowly it melts away”
Hearing her words whomever is asking then learns
That she looks upon the candle she burns
As a symbol of how for him she yearns
And the rapture she will feel when he returns
With her candle melts low and the flame gone to dim
She looks as though she is dying
Because inside she is crying for him
When the flame of her candle is harder to see
She looks to his picture and whispers softly
“In your arms is where I wanna be,”
“letting the magic of your every essence embellish me.”
- Sheryl K. Platzer-Sartin
© 2011
