The Wick


Son of fire,
Son of flame,
burning bright and burning mean,
the sky has set upon soft hands in hard times,
the walls are closing in,
Oh gasp for air to the light I dare.

I walked with you in the pitch before,
and when we made it through,
we walked some more,
through wind and rain you kept me warm and I covered you,
you led the way so I can see,
now it's your turn to cover me.

Son of fire,
Son of flame,
burning bright and burning mean,
“keep my candle lit” I scream,
before the darkness takes my dream.

© Delroy Meadows 2004

:cutie:
Hey Delroy, I always knew where good but you just keep getting better. Keep it up and I expect to soon see a published book of your poetry.

Keep it up.

:cutie:
Hey Delroy, I always knew where good but you just keep getting better. Keep it up and I expect to soon see a published book of your poetry.

Keep it up.


Thank you pinky ;)