When the candle wax drips onto the icing,
Fill your lungs and make a wish
For a year you cannot see, cannot know
Until your paths cross,
And the old folk songs will remind you
That you’ve been down roads untravelled,
Unravelling like wires
Hooked within the hearts of others.
When the voices start ringing,
Hallelujah, hallelujah!
Sing for the souls of the forgotten and the lost,
Whose hearts have contacted and drifted from your own,
And we’ll raise our glasses you, my love,
As the silvery candles burn out bright.
Author notes
This is just about celebrating a birthday and looking to the future.
Happy birthday Spring Dale, and good luck with the contest.
A contest entry
- Lasts just today by Rita Krocha.
600 points, ended November 5, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Let me know what you think.
Comments
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Wow! I can't quite find the words to comment on this. It's simply really marvellousy Beautiful!
Thank you for writing such a brilliant piece. Thank you for entering!
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This was really good.
Amber
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