Friday, August 10, 2007

for lisa

The sunlight has bathed
The once-dark room;
The candlelight that banished
The curse
Is now enveloped
In the daylight of hope.
My life-breath passes over the flame
But does not blow it out.
The flame vanishes
In a whisp of air;
A tendril of smoke
Rises to celestial realms.
I thread my gratitude
Into its delicate haze

And it becomes my prayer.

6 comments:

Laane said...

wonderful!

qualcosa di bello said...
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qualcosa di bello said...

thank you laane!

JennieBoo said...

What a nice poem...

I enjoy your work so much!

qualcosa di bello said...

jennie...thank you again...i am so grateful to share with you & anyone else visiting

JennieBoo said...

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Com n' get it!

:)