CANDLE - Blogtober 2020

Candle

Rich memory of you: room lit by flame

Covered in bubbles: you lay in the bath

Wet and hidden: my desire proclaimed

Up to the tub: rose pedals made a path

Vivaldi played: reminding us of spring

Your smile: as ignitable as a wick

To evocations of you: I must cling

Not knowing then: you were soon to be sick

In illness and health: as promised by vows

Disease ravaged your body: robbed us blind

Time is allotted: as heaven allows

I sit in this basin: a tomb confined

     Candle's light: shadows forever hallowed

     I will keep it lit: burn bright, sweet tallow

--Shenandoah Lynd