There are things in life.
Simple, easy things that take the hardness out of world for a moment.
Ghostly music seeping in from another room makes me stop.
She is singing again, and I cannot move,
I must stand and cup my mind around this whispering flame.
The slightest puff of air will chase it into the night
and leave the world colder for its loss.
![[ ... the watchtower ]](https://live.staticflickr.com/65535/55625242586_30d9ea7de3_s.jpg "[ ... the watchtower ]")
Oh my goodness… beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.
A lovely graceful drifting poem. Very orginal image, carefully constructed. The poem flickers softly like the candle flame. Beautiful.
I was feeling so far away from my life since New Years, and I had to pull myself back in. This was me breathing in. Thank You for your comments. I feel so affirmed.
Beautiful. Wow.